Archive for January 10th, 2007

Works for Me Wednesday: The Dishtowel Tote

January 10, 2007 @ 3:08 pm | Filed under:

UPDATED to add: Ha! I’m a nitwit! After I posted this, I realized this week’s WFMW has a recipe theme! Doh! I deleted my link and will put it in next week’s collection** instead. But I may as well leave this post up. So here you go.

**Except! I forgot to do that until this week. So here it is, properly linked at last. Bump!

I’m still working on part two of the narration post I promised yesterday, but I just remembered it’s Wednesday and I’ve had a Works for Me Wednesday post in the drafts folder for weeks. So here! This works for me!

Under my kitchen sink I keep an old plastic beach tote in which I toss the seventeen dishtowels we manage to go through in a day around here.* I got tired of trotting to the washing machine all the time (especially since in our old house, the washer was upstairs), so I just fill up this basket and then I can take all the kitchen laundry to the washer at once. Voila.

Basket

*Today’s towel tally so far: three, which is how many it took to clean up the mess caused by escapees from our sourdough crock!

Uhoh

(Note to self: next time you see it like this, TAKE CARE OF IT BEFORE RUSHING OUT THE DOOR, no matter how late you are. Especially do not stop to take a picture of it for the bread blog and THEN rush out the door without cleaning it up.)

(By the time we came back, the rebels had oozed their way all down the side and along the counter. I think they were plotting a takeover of the flour canisters.)

I Bet Mama Whales Never Feel Crowded at Night

January 10, 2007 @ 8:18 am | Filed under:

Beanie had a high fever last night, so I let her sleep with me. Around four in the morning she whimpered a complaint: "I don’t have enough space!" Um, child, may I point out there are two feet of empty bed on the other side of you? (Daddy having vacated to sleep with fever victim #2, his son.)

Our whispered conversation roused the baby, of course. (That would be the child sleeping on the other side of me, with two feet of empty space on HER side, too.) I rolled over to nurse Rilla. Beanie, left alone in her vast expanse of bed space, began to muse.

"Mommy, did you know that whales are mammals?"

Me:  "Yes. They nurse their babies too, just like people."

Bean: "Well, not JUST like people. They nurse them underwater."

(P.S. Fever is down this morning, yay.)