I've been the cleaning queen this week. Totally got my semi-annual dusting done,
even had ev.ery.ounce of laundry done (AND put away!). Family had to walk around in the nude for the rest of the evening to accomplish the task, but it was totally worth it.
So why the sudden burst in cleaning? Yep. Thanks a lot snot-nosed punk who made me feel all bad about my house!
Anyways, to make a long story short, (TOO LATE!) it didn't take me long to figure out just how bad being the cleaning nazi totally totally blows.
And ya know what I do in times like these? I start like, oh, 10 projects. Allatonce.
One involves the kitchen. One involves the homies' bedroom, one involves corbels, and one involves a hazmat suit and a scrub brush.
I'm gonna let that last one sit for a while.
Oh. You wanted to know what I'm workin' on?
You are soo thoughtful.
For a while now, I've been kinda obsessed with people's racks. That didn't sound right. I love plate racks.
You know, plate racks?
So, I walked past the Lowe's cabinets, took a closer look, and thought to myself: "Self, this is soo easy."
I hate it when I do that. Anything that is "easy" ends up being freakin' annoying.
But that didn't stop me.
Today's kitchen destruction started at our old spice cabinets. And I may or may not have photoshopped out some splatter on the doors.
Back in the day I could always count on opening those doors to have all sorts of things (LIKE MY COLORED TOOTHPICKS ALL IN MY RED SAUCE) fall into my food.
So you can imagine just how pleased I was to clean this sucker out.
And it was then that I realized that the microwave cord hangs all over the place in there. Sunuva.
But that didn't stop me, either. And I'm so glad that I could remind myself why I do these kinds of projects out in the gay-rage:
Yes, friends; it's as "easy" as it looks. 2 inch spacing for every drilled hole for the dowels,
and you've got yourself a pet jail.
Wow, that was lame.
Perhaps you remember my obsession with ice cream glasses?
I think it's time to display a couple a those. . .
See it at night?
Huh. I don't like it at night.
And during the day. . .
So what do you think of the possibilities of hanging those ice cream glasses from the top instead of just sitting them in there? Huh? Huh?