What Wagon?

I've fallen off the wagon. Hard.

It's so easy to make excuses say things like, "I can't line-dry, the puppy will eat the sheets." which is sort of true. But the reality is, I've lost my zeal. Stick-to-it-ness (perseverance, if you're boring) is not my strong suit. So I've slacked off. Paper plates have appeared in the house. The counter composter started attracting fruit flies. Rather than trying to find creative solutions, I've crapped out.

But now this: BP Spill in Alaska And another in Yellowstone.

It has to stop. I have to get back on the wagon  because waste really is a matter of life an death, not just for my family, but for ecosystems everywhere.

I'm recommitting. I'm not excited, but I'm determined. Maybe that's better.

Roughing It

We go camping anywhere from 2-5 times a summer. The kids and The Man like to fish, I like cooking out in the open and soaking in the sun and fresh air. Sometime between the 18 and 24 hour mark, this feeling settles in, it's a slowness, a calmness of mind. Your muscles slacken, your movements slow. It's earthy and peaceful. We abandon the world of screens. I can't do laundry. There are no phones to answer. The sound of video games or the 700th viewing of Bolt are completely missing. I don't have to think, "What should I be doing? What's on my list today? When do I need to start dinner? Oh I need to call..." In the mountains we have no Facebook, Google chat, texts, emails, no constant communication. After a day away from town, marinating in the quiet of the mountains, I am hollow.

This weekend we went to Cold Springs Campground, near Council, Idaho. We've never been there before, but at 4800 feet, the elevation is right for June. Some of our favorite camping spots are still closed this time of year due to snow. Saturday morning we headed over to the Lost Valley Reservoir. When we got there, I was disgusted. The shoreline was packed with pickup trucks and boats. That's normal for an in-town lake, but even out in the middle of nowhere, it is becoming more common. People were everywhere. The sounds of motors, the smell of exhaust...these are the things we go camping to get away from. People haul up generators, lights, some people bring televisions. RV camping with refrigerators and air conditioning are tempting, but motoring around the trails at light speed on an ATV? 

I think about the gas that ends up in the water, the smog filling the air from dozens of exhaust pipes and I want to cry. I think about the transformation that could happen if those campers were to dismount their four-wheelers, climb to the top of the pine-covered mountain, lift their face to the sky, and just...breathe. If they were to stop creating so much poison and racket, if they closed their eyes and listened to the river of wind in the trees, the chipmunks skittering through pine needles, to feel the sun slowly sink into their skin...would they be so quick to flip on their portable T.V.s? Would they tear up the shore with their trailers? Rip up the hillside with their toys? Would they be so quick to toss their cans, their Caprisun pouches, their cigarette butts on the ground?

Pipe Dreams

Credit: blogging.la

Last summer we watered the lawn with a small travelling sprinkler attached to a hose, the kind that I used to jump through as a kid and pretend was a magical rainbow.

Talk about a water waster. We'd forget to move it, leave it running all night, it leaked at the hose bib...we are not aware enough to pull off this type of lawn watering.

So the Man and his pops spent two weekends putting in auto sprinklers in the yard. They did a great job, and now we have a timer that makes sure we don't water too long. Grass is not eco-friendly, but it is the norm. If you're gonna have it, auto-sprinklers are the way to go.

And on a pipe-related tangent, I saw this awesome summer project at Mom's Crafty Space and just had to try it. Marshmallow Shooters!

So cheap, so easy, and the whole family (except for Girl 2, who has a fever and watched Tangled instead) had a blast. We're taking these things camping, no question. If you have some 1/2" PVC lying around, this is a super fun way to reuse it. The link doesn't give lengths, so we did four 6" pieces, and one 8" piece per shooter. They really zing.

TA DA!

Remember approximately 700 years ago when I posted about our Vertiginous Veggie idea?

We started construction in late February and let's just say...I completely underestimated the difficulty we'd have conceptualizing, constructing, and finishing the plan. But, after much rain, a bazillion trips to Home Depot, numerous pallet runs, quite a bit of circling, discussing, redrawing, circling, and head-scratching, our raised beds are finally finished!

Ta Da!!

My husband is amazing. That thing was an ENORMOUS pain in the butt to build. The digging in clay, cementing it in, getting it all level & lined up...I did a lot of constructive spectating. I held some boards. The Man is the one who made it happen. 

While the sides and posts were new wood, the bottoms are made from reused shipping pallet slats. (Note: taking apart pallets is not as easy as one would think. TIL, right?)

So it's June...I'm still going to try and plant in it. Hopefully things will still grow. If not, we're all set for next year. 

We have had so many questions about it. "What is that?" "How are you going to weed?" "How will you water?" and my favorite, from the substitute mail carrier, "Can I take some pictures? My wife can't picture what I've been telling her."

I'll keep you posted about the planting. Hopefully something grows!

Cantastic Crafts and Buckets of Awesome

The Man decided that this weekend was the weekend to clean out the garage. That's pretty much his domain, it's where the tools and chemicals and other boring (to me) whatnot hangs out. I was enlisted to help determine what  should be kept, what could be reused/repurposed, and what needed to be tossed.

In one corner of the garage are built-in shelves which until this weekend housed every can of paint ever used in this house by every owner ever. Maybe. The oldest date we actually saw was 1992, but still, there was an insane amount of paint. I saw all those cans & couldn't stomach throwing them out. This is where my mind went:

from FunInTheMaking

I'm probably going to make a few of these with stars & suns for our patio. They'll be cute for BBQ decorations.

And look at all these ideas from the ReUse District!

So I spent a good part of yesterday pouring paint from 1 gallon cans into a big 5 gallon bucket that only had a couple of inches of paint in it. All those remnants filled the bucket, and we still had 12-15 cans left. So. Much. Waste!

I got a little giddy from the paint fumes and stirred the bucket while I poured, having fun seeing the color combos. I wish I had pictures, but I rarely think of things as bloggertunities until after the fact. 

I didn't want to hazmat 5 gallons of paint if we didn't have to, so I posted an ad to the "free stuff" section of craigslist. It read: 

After living in our home for nearly a year, we decided it was time for an archeological exploration of the storage space in the garage. We unearthed every insane color the previous owners had painted this house and decided to combine them all into one five gallon bucket of paint. Dozens of remnants combined into a new creation.

What color is the paint in this five gallon bucket of pure awesome? A new, unheard of, never before named hue. YOU get to name the shade! No more being constrained by the wannabe greeting card writers who name the paints at Home Depot! To whet your appetite: imagine you had a chocolate milkshake and a strawberry milkshake. Then imagine you poured them into a bowl, stirred them, and let them sit for a week or so. Voila!

Come and get it, free to the first taker. It's heavy (the bucket is filled nearly to the brim). Paint your horse, the undersides of your tables, the inside of your vomitorium (just to set the mood).

I thought it was funny. Within the hour we had someone come by, look at the 5+ gallons of pinkish-brownish slop, and take it to paint a room in their house. We had another couple come by a few minutes later & they were disappointed it was gone. So weird. 

Moral: Throw nothing away. Someone out there will want it and use it. Freecycle or Craigslist everything. And a little wacky humor helps. 

  

Paper Mache Easter Eggs!

A week or so ago a phone book appeared on our doorstep. The interwebs are rife with "how to opt out" posts, but I forgot. A friend sent me a link (which I have lost, typical) full of reuse/upcycling ideas for phone books. The one that really excited me? Paper mache!

First you get to take out all your forgot to opt out frustrations on the phone book by ripping it into long strips. Don't cut, rough edges blend better. Then you need a balloon, some flour, water, a tolerance for messiness, and patience.

Flour & water are mixed here. Tolerance & patience not pictured

Basically your paste is flour and water mixed until it's soupy. I like it the consistency of Elmer's glue, but I don't think it matters too much. I actually added a glop of Elmer's to give it a little extra stickiness.

Some people use a paint brush or basting brush to apply the glue. But why? Fingers work way better. So you slather on the paper strips on the balloon this way and that, overlapping, going different directions, covering them completely with the paste, until your whole balloon is covered.
Then you let it dry.
Then you add another layer.
And then you let it dry.
And then you add another layer.
Etc. etc. etc.

I did 4 layers. 

Then you can pop the balloon, if you've left the nozzle end uncovered. If not, no harm done. It's just kind of fun to hear the balloon deflating in there.

Then you paint! I used leftover wall paint, plus some dollar store acrylic paints we had stashed in the closet.

Easter Egg!

I think I may have found a new addiction. Paper mache is awesome.

Thrifty Minute

Just a quick couple of pics of another thrift craft project. Took a muumuu, made it new-new.

Before

After