|Whoa! The dishes are no longer scattered all over the place!|
Manuel is pleased that his refrigerator finally has a handle!
|Now that's a handle that will stand up to Super Bowl parties!|
|This cabinet has got the buns, hon.|
|Just the place to sit with a book on a winter day in Phoenix.|
|Pull up a duck and have a seat!|
Because the Steampunk Orchid, the Moose Lodge, and the Chicken Coop all live on a wicker unit, I really needed something solid under their assorted outdoor furniture. Mat board turns out to be absurdly expensive, while laminate samples are 50 cents to $1, depending on size, and I don't have to commit to any specific layout. If the interlock edges start to bother me, I can always cover them -- but I vote for considering them to be drainage ditches. Phoenix neighborhoods are rife with drainage ditches, as when it rains, it really does pour -- those ditches turn into fast-running streams, but they keep the flash flood potential somewhat under control.
Here's another one creating a pocket park in half-scale land.
|Uh oh! Looks like a chicken from the Chicken Coop has escaped!|
|How many chairs will I need for a patio party?|
|The 1:6 scale stash is labeled "Barbie," even though my dolls mostly aren't Barbies,|
because the shape of the word is easy to distinguish on a label.
I also found a use for the tiny boxes that I bought on sale at Staples a while back. Each one is dedicated to accessories for a room, so as rooms come up in the rotation, I can take out a teeny little box and work through it.
|Hmmm... rubber ducky... are bathrooms up next?|
|Behold: The Roaming Bag!|
I used the Roaming Bag to take some things to Goodwill -- goodbye, Frankendollies from the unwanted pieces left after successful body transplants! -- and then decided to test the Roaming Bag under conditions of actual roaming.
Of course, I had to see how Kmart was doing at going out of business.
|You won't be trying on the last few clothing styles left.|
At the dollar-ish store around the corner, I spent $3 on a hat that may finally put the kibosh on sexual harassment on the bus.
|I shall name it Spike.|
Since there was still space in the Roaming Bag, I decided to brave the Food City next door to the dollar-ish store. The last time I was in a Food City, years ago, it was a scary place, but so many people rave about the produce.. and, it turns out, with reason. When I chopped an onion this afternoon to make chana masala, it was juicy. I haven't seen a juicy onion in the entire time I've lived in Phoenix -- not from Safeway, not from the chi-chi-mart, not from Ranch Market, not from the standard local supermarket chains. These splendid onions were four pounds for $1. I'm willing to haul myself to south Phoenix for that kind of deal, especially when it's just a straight shot on the 0-Central.
On the walk home from my bus stop, it was so nice to have just one neat, tidy bag over my shoulder -- but full of all sorts of useful household items. Longer bus trips will be so much easier now! Indeed, I'm thinking of taking a Greyhound bus to Tucson to ride their new light rail system.
Meanwhile, cleaning out the closet meant I found the Oxy-10, so Daniela is getting the treatment.
The as-yet-unnamed Chic brunette tries to comfort Cloe in her affliction at having had her new outfit started on Saturday morning and no progress made since.
|We had fabric chosen and everything, damn it!|
Clothing the horde should be a major theme of January, while Bathroom Week brings long-awaited faucets for the Steampunk Orchid and an outhouse for the Chicken Coop. Plus, if we get a stretch of pleasant weather, there'll be some sort of fashion doll travelogue.