Say...

Say you're going to make wind spinners out of green plastic bottles to hang from the limbs of a tree in your back yard. Say you were inspired by the greenish light that filters through the leaves, and thought green-UFO-looking things would be kind of cool to gaze upon as you lounge in your anti-suburban-yet-suburban patio area. (Don't ask.) Say you were mighty pleased with yourself over this idea, as well as with the fact that you actually ventured into the area of a discount store where fishing supplies are sold to buy the little spinny thingamajigs the crafting instructions called for. Say it all. Celebrate the idea, brag about it a little.

Now, consider that you might have wanted to keep the caps to your green plastic bottles, too, as those are vital to the construction of your little green, spinning, tree-dwelling UFO's.

Just a thought. (Looks like Didge is going to be drinking a little more Mountain Dew than normal. Happy day, happy day!)

I'm experiencing incredibly difficulty waking up this morning, but, having finished the last of the materials-retrieving errands yesterday, it's time to (cue ominous music) *get started*. The room I was going to gradually purge? I'm hoping to go through it and have everything sorted into "use-as-is" and "make it better" piles by day's end, as there are so many things in there that I *absolutely have to get to*. Ideas are hitting me like hailstones, frankly - I was trying to sleep last night and remembered Didge's beat up, silver steamer trunk and realized how cool it could be as a coffee table. I've realized that we have an entire three-bedroom house's worth of furnishings, save a mattress and box springs for the guest room. That is not allowed to be a daunting realization.

So, yes, lots to do. Tons to do, in fact. Off to look for instructions for how to turn an old suitcase into a table.