Old loaf pans three ways

Out of a stack of quite a few loaf pans, I only have two good ones. The rest have holes or are exceptionally rusted.

No problem. I just found other ways to use them.

Use #1: 

Forks and spoons holders.

The silverware drawer in the kitchen was ALWAYS busy with people grabbing forks and spoons. (Imagine that.) 

I would often turn from the stove quickly to grab a spoon, only to run smack into someone's back as they rummaged through the drawer. Aaack!!

My son gave me a silverware set for Christmas a couple years ago, so I was able to set up our serving station in the part of the kitchen where hungry people need to be--the dining part. 

Stay out of the cooking area, will ya?

Anyway, no big whoop, but here is our humble serving station:

I use the Dr. Seuss method for stacking dishes. :)

Use #2:

Medicines and first aid organizer.

Our home pharmacy actually requires three loaf pans. That stuff is everywhere!

Use #3:

Seeds organizer.

This time of year, I'm especially glad to have all our seeds in one place!

These ideas are really just ways to use crummy pans to organize stuff. I could see these being helpful in kids' rooms or the garage or the bathroom!

In addition to organizing, I envision little ones using loaf pans as "skates" and scuffling around the house. My kids are too old for this only because their feet are too big. Maturity doesn't apply.

Do you use goofy things to get things done, too? 

Snip, tie and dry

Oh no! The basil is in bloom. Shame on me.

Snip, snip, snipped.

Ditch, ditch, ditched the flowery parts.

Tie, tie, tied with raffia and hung to dry. 

I used the pasta drying rack my husband made for me. 

(I really should make some pasta.)

Have a lovely day!

Hang in there, budddeeee

During the holiday chaos, I neglected someone very special.

Green pepper plant was born a few years ago from seed. He was destined for a life in the garden. Other starters made their way outside, but this guy? Well, we became attached to him.

He's charismatic.

He offers teeny-tiny green peppers every once in a while. I know it's the best he can do. He tries so hard.

Recently, I've become concerned about his health.

It all started after Thanksgiving.

"Hey Christmas tree, you're standing in my light," green pepper plant said (trying to sound intimidating by using his "Joe Pesci" voice).

Did Christmas tree inquire about being moved? No, because Christmas tree and green pepper plant aren't friendly to one another--not since last Christmas when green pepper donned twinkly lights and Christmas tree was all,

"You're such a poser, green pepper plant."

Anyway...

Because of all the holiday hoopla, green pepper plant was forgotten in a dark corner. I believe I heard him wheezing faintly. He can be overly-dramatic sometimes, but on closer inspection I realized a rescue truly was in order.

Oh no, green pepper plant!! 

"Hang in there budddeeee," I said like Pauly Shore. 

Green pepper always liked Pauly Shore.

The patient was immediately taken to a sunny window where he has been receiving scheduled guilt waterings. Some of his leaves turned crunchy and had to be snipped--falling sadly in slow motion, and they remain on his dirt...in the spirit of compost.

And hope.
 

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