![]() "Hey do you guys want to come get that built in cupboard before we tear this house down?" " Uh, Yeah!!" No hesitation. No, "Let me check with my fellow junkers..." Just Yes! When can we come? I hate to take doors, windows, trim, walls, and built in cupboards before actual demolition. It looks like we just vandalized it if the house stays standing. But if the house is going anyway, we can tackle it!! We spotted this blue cupboard on a previous visit and loved everything about it. The size (what can I get rid of in my kitchen to make room for this?), the color, the wainscot, the wood drawers, just everything. Except that it was built into the wall.... Was it one piece or two? Would it come out in one piece? Well, we took on the job to find out!! Even though we really didn't know where to start.
Just a couple of junkers and their new catch?, find?, treasure?! Definitely a treasure!
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Harvest time. In the fields, in the garden, in the hive, on the tree. I so look forward to fresh edibles!! And yet so much work. What to do with it all? What can I make with it? Do I can or freeze? Do I make pie or jelly? And then there's beets. Pickle em, cook em, or bake em in to bread. Well here's my favorite way to eat beets. Don't tell grandma Angie- she pickled every beet she could find. And I loved eating a pickled beet on holidays.But when it comes to opening up a jar and eating them, after one or two, the rest of the jar gets thrown. So I bake em into bread. And it's a sweet bread. A pretty pink bread too.Grandma Angie had a fruit room to envy. She had jars upon jars of just about everything. Canned meats, pickles, jellies, veggies of every color, wine, fruit sauce, and lard. I loved to go visit and have her send me down to the fruit room for a jar of my favorite sauce to put over ice cream. Juneberry sauce or cherry sauce were my favorites. Spit sauce was my least favorite. Hard to believe she would can chokecherries and make them into a sauce to put over ice cream. And then eat it and spit out all the pits. Once again, don't get me wrong, chokecherries have their place- in jellies and pancake syrup. In wine and liquors. But over ice cream? I vote no. Just goes to show how spoiled I am. Just look at all the butter slathered on that bread. Oh so good!! ![]()
Recently I did flowers for a friend's wedding and made floral crowns for her bridesmaids and flower girls. They are so easy and can really be done any time with whatever wildflowers are blooming on any given day. You can make them for a special occasion or just for fun. Have a tea party and leave one on your guests plates. Make them for your grandchildren and play dress up. Take one for a birthday gift. So many options to try them... |
3rd- Once little screw is removed from inside the socket the bolt thing will slip off. 4th- Use the bolt thing and the nut you moved in step 2 to reattach the decorative piece to the base. Tighten. | Next see the little screw inside the socket? Unscrew it. Please use a screwdriver, not a pairing knife like I did! Remember I was sorting and cleaning, not planning to re-purpose anything today so no tools on the table (well not the right kind anyway) just a knife! And boom, you have a bowl stand! See the tea light in the bottom? This would look really cool for a wedding, but I recommend using the battery operated ones! |

Hello- My name is Kolette. And I've got a problem. It started out as a sort of therapy for raising a family. I needed to get out. To release some emotions. To find my creative side. To actually use some of my creative side. I used to have one before children. Before diapers. Before ranching. Before being a housewife and mother became my sole purpose. And then I found an outlet. An auction sale here or there. A rummage sale. A thrift store. And then I found myself boulevarding. And a few things gathered led to happiness. A few more led to clutter. A few more led to too much already to justify going again. So my outlet was now a problem. And I needed help.
Fortunately, I found friends and family along the way who had the same problem as I had. One day Wanda called me up and asked if I wanted to join a group of gals hosting a "tag" sale. A chance to clean out a bit of my clutter. I remember my husband helping me load our stock trailer and telling me he wouldn't give me a plug nickel for the whole load. I also remember coming home at the end of the sale and throwing my wad of money on the table and shocking him. People actually paid for all your junk?
My JUNK? All my lovingly gathered, collected, used, & hoarded oddities. My pictures, my furniture, my yard fixings. Alright, I do remember throwing in the lid to an old washing machine and a bottomless teapot. But it was a cute teapot! And the lid could become a great sign! Apparently my husband and I don't have the same vision.
This new outlet of getting rid of some of my stash, my hoard, my treasures, gave me empty spots to fill again. I could once again justify going to an auction sale or "junkin'" as we call it now. Our first tag sale blossomed into our 2 sales a year. We can buy to use, to repurpose, or to sell to someone who loves junk as much as we do.
It is a problem. When one can't seem to throw anything away because you might be able to use it for.....something! And if you do throw it away you wish you had kept it later when a certain project you are working on needs just that piece! The one you no longer have. So you save everything. Just in case. And then you realize you do have a problem.
Getting together with my junkin' gang is just the therapy I needed. And so we meet. We junk. We laugh. We cry. We admit we have a problem. Actually we have many. We are having a great time doing it. And it's the best therapy ever!
Fortunately, I found friends and family along the way who had the same problem as I had. One day Wanda called me up and asked if I wanted to join a group of gals hosting a "tag" sale. A chance to clean out a bit of my clutter. I remember my husband helping me load our stock trailer and telling me he wouldn't give me a plug nickel for the whole load. I also remember coming home at the end of the sale and throwing my wad of money on the table and shocking him. People actually paid for all your junk?
My JUNK? All my lovingly gathered, collected, used, & hoarded oddities. My pictures, my furniture, my yard fixings. Alright, I do remember throwing in the lid to an old washing machine and a bottomless teapot. But it was a cute teapot! And the lid could become a great sign! Apparently my husband and I don't have the same vision.
This new outlet of getting rid of some of my stash, my hoard, my treasures, gave me empty spots to fill again. I could once again justify going to an auction sale or "junkin'" as we call it now. Our first tag sale blossomed into our 2 sales a year. We can buy to use, to repurpose, or to sell to someone who loves junk as much as we do.
It is a problem. When one can't seem to throw anything away because you might be able to use it for.....something! And if you do throw it away you wish you had kept it later when a certain project you are working on needs just that piece! The one you no longer have. So you save everything. Just in case. And then you realize you do have a problem.
Getting together with my junkin' gang is just the therapy I needed. And so we meet. We junk. We laugh. We cry. We admit we have a problem. Actually we have many. We are having a great time doing it. And it's the best therapy ever!
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