Garbage Disposal Dreams
I grew up without a garbage disposal. As an adult, my first homes had no garbage disposals. I really never saw the need, although some people swear by them. To me, it just seemed like an unnecessary convenience, and a waste of electricity. Not to mention ~ they just seemed scary. I mean, fingers are flesh and blood, and I reasoned they’d cut a lot easier than carrots. Resisting all jokes about finger foods.
Then, I rented an apartment that had one. Hmmm. Do I use it, or not? One rainy evening, after dinner, I realized that the trash can was relatively clean, minus a few paper scraps, and if I scraped my leftovers into the can, it would smell like a restaurant dumpster by morning. Since it was pouring out, I decided I’d try the disposal. Fat from the steak and peel from the baked potato be gone! It really was easy. I got accustomed to using it, but I did wreck several spoons that slipped down past the laughable thing they called a disposal guard. My least favorite thing in the world was checking the thing before I turned it on. I held my breath every time, as I swished my hand down into the scary hole, until I was sure the thing was empty. I did my best to remember to put any small items and utensils in the side of the sink that didn’t house the disposal. I referred to the right side of the sink as the “safe side.”
When I started dating my husband, he lived in an old house, in the sunset neighborhood of San Francisco. It had been left to him by his parents. It had pink tile and a pink pedestal sink in the bathroom, but the parquet wood floors to die for, made up for that pink tile. In the kitchen, there was one of those big farmhouse sinks. Not the kind like you see today, rather an old cast iron sink in which you could bathe a baby, or two. And there was a garbage disposal with a hole big enough to fit a softball through. There was no “safe side” to deposit the utensils and other small items. I avoided using the thing because every time I tried, I’d wake up with a horrible nightmare. Yes, I know that the design is such that the accidentally chopping off of fingers is unlikely. Didn’t matter.
After we got married, we bought a house as married people are inclined to do. And you guessed it ~ the house had a garbage disposal. Out of fear, I decided I just wouldn’t use it. I did my best to keep small items and utensils away from it. For the past several years, I would sometimes forget and drop utensils and other items down the black hole. When that happened, it would be months before it happened again. Except when we had guests. It happened most often when we had guests. Even though I’d asked guests to leave their items on the sink, obviously they had great mothers that made them clean up, which included rinsing their plates, and dropping their utensils down the disposal hole. Didn’t really matter how, when, or why it happened ~ I didn’t even have to turn the thing on to be scared. Retrieving items from the hole of doom was enough to cause hyperventilation.
Recently, we decided to put in a new sink and new countertops. Our contractor suggested we replace the garbage disposal as it was an older, cheap, builder grade model that would take some retrofitting. Since we had replaced every other appliance in the kitchen, thus far, this just made sense. While researching faucets, sinks, and garbage disposals, I came across the very thing that would make my nightmares go away. It is called a disposal genie. I didn’t even have to find and rub an old lamp to get one. It allows me to use the disposal without fear. It does not allow utensils to pass through the hole, but it allows water to pass. It stays in place until I decide to remove it. If I choose to use the disposal, I check the sink for utensils and small items and remove them. Then, I scrape whatever needs to go down the drain, down the drain. It gave me my three wishes without me even asking. No more sticking my hand down the black hole. No more hyperventilating over it. No more nightmares over it. Where has this thing been all my life?
Honey trying to free all her squirrel babies
Best Christmas present and Favorite toy ever!
Once she frees them all, she guards them for a bit
The ginormous toy has 6 squeaking squirrels
Lamp Shades to Match your décor
I really needed some Paris script square lampshades for some square lamps – ok, need is a bit strong – maybe really really really really really wanted. Can you believe no one sells them? So, I made my own!
I took a picture of my Paris script stools. I fit the print to regular sized computer paper and printed one page for each side. Add Mod Podge and Voila! I planned to add black lace around the edges, but I think I have decided that I like the raw/rough look better
More detailed directions for using Mod Podge are under the post: Lazy Susan
All of these projects used the same kind of Mod Podge, brushed on with a foam brush, and regular computer paper.
The projects below used old pictures (from like the 80s) that no longer matched our décor. I added some family pics that were printed off the computer and some old leftover curtain rod hooks.
New key rack for the door by the garage and except for a lil mod podge, some paper, and some ink ~ it was free. I love free 🙂 Same idea for the No Soliciting sign..
I had a lazy Susan that was given to me years ago by my daughter.
It was from when my kitchen decor was beechwood.
Problem: I couldn’t bring myself to part with it. My kitchen is now stainless and black with a French Country/Paris Theme – water-ringed, stained beechwood just didn’t match.
I took a picture of one of my Paris postscript stools, and printed out several pages on regular computer paper.
Enter Mod Podge glossy glue.
I put down a coat of Mod Podge Glue using a foam brush, overlapped the pages on to the lazy Susan and put Mod Podge over the paper, using an old credit card to smooth out the bubbles.
Once dry, I flipped the lazy Susan over and used an exacto knife to cut off excess paper around the edges.
After it dried, I put another coat on as I wanted it be really durable for kitchen use.
Ugly Builder Grade Light and Cabinets
About the light: Hated it, hubby hated it, everybody hated it
But, kitchen renovations get messy and expensive, and don’t always go as planned.
I didn’t want holes in the ceiling or the mess or the cost!
Simple solution: make it fade away with paint and it worked. If the pots were not hanging there, you wouldn’t even notice it. And like they say on HGTV – paint is cheap!
If you decide to take it down you will be painting anyway, so nothing to lose except a little time and energy.
I used white latex trim paint because it is what I had in the garage, and no I didn’t prime or sand anything and a year later – it’s all good!
My original plan was to hide it in plain sight with paint and forget it existed. Once it was no longer the eyesore it was, a crazy idea popped into my head. What if I hung a pot rack from it? Wait….what if it could BE the pot rack – I mean it is already secured into the ceiling. So, I added some large white hooks, and began to hang my pots on it. Bonus: Freed up a whole cabinet!
HUGE POT RACK
Once I made it this far, the ugly builder grade cabinets became the eyesore.
So, I painted them to match shortly after.
Then I found some crystal look knobs for a great price. They really sparkle. Added some easy stick – easy to remove vinyl decals
(for when I change my mind)
Builder grade kitchen look be gone!
Looks like a brand new kitchen with a Paris themed French Country Twist
You can buy the paint, hooks, knobs and decals for the cost of one pendant light
Best Parts: low cost and no demo
Get the BLING below!
Doggy Car Seat
She might be just a little spoiled.
She loves her car seat because she can see outside, and on long trips, she has a comfy bed to sleep in.
I love her car seat because it keeps her in one place. Not on my lap. Not under my feet. Not trying to hang out the window. Not bouncing around the car. Not scratching up my leather seats. The car seat is held in place by the existing seatbelt. The booster strap hooks to the lap portion of the seatbelt and her harness for added safety.
We tried 4 different car seats, we liked this one best.
Divided Plates Rock
Some people, like my mom, love to mix up every food item on their plate.
Other people, like my sister and I, hate when that happens.
I used to buy those sectional styrofoam paper plates for the holidays and use them year round, but that wasn’t very “green” and it got rather pricey for daily use. Plus, who wants to eat breakfast, steak, or pasta on a styrofoam plate?
Then, I found these!
It is Corelle, made in the USA, by Corning.
They come in 2 sizes, 8 and 10 inches.
The 8 inch size really is a child sized plate.
The 10 inch size is about the size of a regular dinner plate.
Great for kids, picky eaters, and portion control.
I haven’t written in a while because to be honest, I haven’t really needed or wanted anything. This year, I have a special request and I know it is a tall order. I would like you to pick up every politician in America on Christmas Eve at midnight, awake or not, sober or not. I would like you to escort them immediately to the North Pole and make them take the 6th grade Common Core Math and Language Arts tests – cold. I mean that’s fair, right? It is only a test for 6th graders, right? Then, I want the scores to be posted publicly, everywhere. To avoid embarrassment, anyone not passing with at least a 70%, whether there are flaws in the test or the answer key or not, could avoid having their scores posted, but they would have to agree never to enter politics again and to give up their current position to a teacher or a random person making a living at the poverty level.
Then, I want you to pick up every person that works in the business of making big money on high stakes testing of young students and force them to teach for one year in an inner city or poverty stricken school. I want them to do it on the same budget, within the same constraints, and with the same resources teachers currently have. Their students must pass teacher made tests, that will be similar to the tests that they themselves have written, or they lose their jobs, forever, and must all go work for minimum wage as Wal-Mart greeters until retirement. Not that there is anything wrong with being a Wal-Mart greeter mind you, I just want them to see and feel how many real people live.
I know this is a big order, but it isn’t for me. You see, I am just so tired of seeing my colleagues and students that are working as hard as they can – being constantly and consistently judged by uneven scales and consistently set up for failure.