Consequently, our shop is full of various bits and pieces that we could, maybe, one day, perhaps turn into something awesome.
Other than skips, we also love to acquire our junk at yard sales. We can easily spend a whole day just driving from sale to sale, unbuckling each child in turn from their car seat, then rebuckling them just to drive a bock and a half down the road and do the same all over again. All for chasing that high of landing the perfect piece of junk for just the right price.
During one such venture, I snagged a pop corn machine. We do love our popcorn around here. Especially oil popped. Yummy with balsamic vinegar and nutritional yeast when we feel like pretending we're healthy, or white chocolate chips and crushed oreos when we are being more honest with ourselves.
This baby is $65 new from amazon. I got ours for $5. Mmmm, a bargain feels so good.
So we took it home and promptly realized we had no place to keep it. We are many bodies in a relatively small space and kitchen storage is rather precious. It sat for the first couple of weeks on the floor in the corner next to the fridge, looking sad and neglected and out of place.
So I went to the junk stash, got out some spare wood, a jigsaw, hot glue gun and some paints, and made permanent place for this baby. Because it belongs with us. It really does. Did I mention we like popcorn?