If we're gonna be friends, there's a few things you should know about me.
One of these things, is that I'm kinda/sorta obsessed with ice cream glasses.
Be a friend: don't let me buy one more of these. Unless they're banana split dishes; those I just have to have. Now those: enable me. Tell me where you've seen them. I must have them.
not long ago, I put in my own, craptastic plate rack.
As seen here. Do you remember? Aw, you're so sweet.
I never really liked how those dishes just, sat, up there. It was lame. Uninspired. Stale.
But, see, I had other plans.
I wanted some of my glasses hung.
Like so. (Via The Handyman)
Now, don't think I a big jerk. BUT, that glass hanging project I have pinned up there? He uses floor transitions.
HELLO BUT THOSE ARE EXPENSIVE. DUH.
Maybe the "duh" was a little much. My apologies.
Now, long, loooong ago, the Daddy-o gave me some molding.
Are you seeing what I'm seeing? "T" molding. Purrrrfect.
Why has it taken me so long to complete this project? I couldn't find that bleeping piece of molding for the life of me. Thanks to my boy toy, I can now find pretty much anything I want.
Thank you, boy toy.
And so, I got to hanging. And cussing.
Tools barely fit in there-- I've got my arms over my head, I'm standing on a step ladder,
it got ugly.
But it got done. And I reserve the right to change up this open cabinet as I see fit.
Some stripe-y straws in my vintage milk bottles, and I'm likin' this much better. (Um, there's something you should know-- I have a slight obsession with straws. . .)
See it with my brand spankin' new backsplash?
Come have a malt with me? And no, you can't clean my stove top, but thanks.