Showing posts with label soapy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soapy. Show all posts

Sunday, May 8, 2022

Old Made New

You may have noticed that I don't know how to turn this picture, but I have faith you your ability to see what it is anyway.

     I discovered how to avoid buying a new under-seat suitcase for someone I live with who loves princesses and doesn't care for the personal-item sized case she already has, royal color that she chose in the first place! (Purple is an ancient dye color reserved for royalty.) 

Spending enough to buy a princess-covered gift bag and a jar of Mod Podge, (which, I was happy to discover, costs LESS than a new suitcase) I rounded up a pair of scissors and a ratty little paintbrush and managed to transform Carolyn's 4-year-old suitcase into an adventure all by itself.




     Now Carolyn chooses this suitcase over the slightly larger hard-sided one she has with spinner wheels that she used to choose every time we went somewhere.
     The final chapter of this story is that after 40 years of not using the stuff, I didn't know how much soap was required to clean the Mod Podge off that ratty little paintbrush.
This was enough.
Do you like to fix things that you already have?
Or would you rather buy new things?

Monday, September 24, 2018

Fun With Foam!

I never knew there was such a thing as a FOAM MACHINE before September 2018! What a great invention! It's kind of like a bubble blower, except that the bubbles are miniature and stick together and feel SO SOFT, delightfully slippery, and soapy, too.
My little sister (in the green skirt) could scarcely believe her eyes, but refused to run in and join me in spite of my invitation.
Even when my son Zack buried me in the stuff, I couldn't get enough. Once the machine quit jetting out the foam, I sat in the bubbles up to my chin until they slowly popped, not realizing that the soapy residue sinking into the ground created MUD!
Carolyn gave up on me, but no worries!
 My husband, Bob, hosed the mud off me before we left my granddaughter Rylee's birthday party.
There were far fewer adults in the heavenly foam soup than children, perhaps a ratio of 3 to 50.
What about you? Would YOU dive in?

Carolyn Rocks the Chicken Dance!