It's happening again.

   I started up again and may not be able to stop this time. I just can't stop burning spoons. (Who can really?) There is something about the smell of the burning wood and paying the price of the craft with burnt fingers. Recently I discovered that it's possible to burn cork in a similar way. Hot matts here I come! Don't even get me started on the possibilities for cutting boards. Holy Frijoles, I just considered salad bowls. Oh no.

Gardeners do know all the dirt. And no, that's not a 'dig' at any gardeners I know. 

By the way, is this a spoon?  Flat spoon?  

Scrapey spoon?

Scroon?

Spatula spoon?

Spatoon?

I need to know.

As I get older, it's the little things that excite me. Like a new shiny bin to put my slippers in. Imagine the excitement level as nine fresh and shiny bins found their way to my house and onto my walls yesterday! Life changing.

   I should have taken a before picture.
   Any of you who has seen the pile of shoes at the back entrance of our home has maybe thought to themselves: "Was I invited to a house party? there are A lot of shoes here! I should have brought wine."
   We both have a shoe and slipper problem. They were stacked. They were lounging about, leaning up against each other as if they were the drunks themselves, having their own house party, some falling down the stairs.
No more! Holy Jesus just look at it. So pretty. So tidy.

As added bonus, there is a handy spot for keys, glasses and junk. Which poses a new question, what will I do with all my free time? All the time I used to spend looking for all that junk.

   There is also a very old and ugly electrical panel  that needed covering. But how? I added tiny and strong magnets (from Princess Auto) to a picture frame (Ikea) and Bam!

You can see my magnetic picture frame here, above the shiny bins, also purchased at Ikea. (Don't judge me, I like Ikea.) Remember Ikea in West Edmonton Mall, when there where peacocks? I sure do.