I don’t like containers with product labels to be left out on my counters or in plain sight. I know it’s weird and seems fussy, but I just don’t. I found quite a few examples on Etsy of mason jars with soap dispenser lids and I liked the idea immediately. Rather than purchasing them, I decided to try to make them myself. It didn’t seem that hard, and it actually wasn’t. Gabe found a soap dispenser at Lowes with a pump that fit the style we wanted and we glued it to a mason jar lid after drilling a hole in the middle. Gabe then spray painted the entire thing with a bronze metallic spray paint.
I actually spray painted them first, but the paint was uneven in places and blotchy; Gabe said he couldn’t stare at that on a daily basis, so he redid it for me. Who’s the fussy one now?
Anyway, once we had the lids, I decided to paint directly on the jar as opposed to making labels that would inevitably become wet and smeared. I used a Martha Stewart stencil kit for the letters and I think they came out quite nicely. It’s sort of smudgy in some areas, but I like it.
Halloween has come and gone and the single pumpkin sitting on our buffet is the extent of my Fall decorations this year. I am so ashamed. If Pinterest was a person, it would shun me. I just didn’t have the time or energy. We are still living out of boxes and it just seemed pointless. Besides, all I have to do it look out our window and the presence of Fall is more than apparent. It seemed that the entire world turned orange and red over night. I swear it was summer just last week. What happened? Before I know it, it’ll be time to build our raised beds and begin planting our new orchard.
Speaking of planting, I took that picture of the lopsided, empty tomato cage because it makes me laugh every time I look at it. It seems like an accurate representation of myself, somehow. Lopsided. Crooked. Ready of a winter of hibernation after being run ragged this summer. But still completely useable. I might be going too far with that analogy.
The kids are sleeping (at the same time!) and I am going to sit on our couch for some uninterrupted knitting time while watching Criminal Minds on Netflix. Apparently the show has been around for years but I hadn’t heard of it until a few weeks ago. It’s my latest obsession. And thanks to the wonders of my Apple TV, I can watch ten seasons back to back. Ah, technology. How I love thee.
I have been too busy and too tired to blog the past few four or five days. Gabe and I have been running around like crazy, attending home building/remodeling shows, making plans for the holiday season (Halloween! Thanksgiving! Chanukah!), and trying to spend as much time together as a family as we possibly can before Gabe heads back to work.
I’ve missed blogging. It’s becoming one of my favorite hobbies. Because that’s what I need. More hobbies. (I really don’t need anymore hobbies.)
Part of my exhaustion is due largely to the fact that I am almost five weeks pregnant with our second child. We could not be more excited. We can’t decide if we want a boy or a girl (as if our opinions on the topic really matter at this point.) It would be so perfect to have two little boys so close in age. Plus, we already have all the boy clothes and accessories lying around here or stored in the garage.Then again, I would love a sweet little girl to dress in pink ruffles and bows.
There is no pink in our house. None at all. It’s heartbreaking.
Anyway, with my busy schedule and lack of energy, I haven’t done much of anything around the house except create a new Halloween wreath for our front door. I bought some coordinating polkadot fabric at Joanne’s and made some rosettes. Then I wrapped a black ribbon with a spider web print all around it, and finished it off with some fake spiders and some cobwebs. It’s not the best wreath I’ve ever made, but I like it. The look is somewhat spooky and somewhat country. Ideally I would have made a giant spider as a focal point, but like I said, I’m tired.
I think that’s going to be my new excuse for the next none months. “I’m tired.” Nobody challenges a tired pregnant woman. At least not in this house.