I have a thing for order and containing. I even have a thing for recontaining objects. Sometimes what they come in just isn’t pretty enough for me. Maybe I’m a control freak, but I live in 860 square feet. Dropping your scivvies on the floor can downward spiral the whole system.
Syrup bought at Costco in a jug can be poured by a six year old at a 5 parts syrup/one pancake ratio, so best to find a smaller container.
Not into pancakes? No problem. We’ve got you covered at this house with some cinnamon and sugar sprinkled on your french toast? Let Little Bear do it. I use a funnel to fill him. He was one of a set of salt and pepper shakers on sale at Anthropologie. Gave the other to a friend.
Couldn’t pass up the egg cup on the Easter sale table. Now toothpicks for checking the muffins are right there and sure cute.
Then there’s kid room containment, this is never ending. I like tins.
Trust me, if I could cut that globe in half and put something in it I would.
Then there’s DOUBLE Containment, or contained and then contained again.
This is big in the Livudio (studio/living room) because we are trying to make one room function as two with harmony.
Bathroom gets the containers contained with trays. Think I went a little crazy for Orla Kiely? I did.
The bedroom also contains the home office within a secretary desk.
And the ultimate reuse of containers…
eggshells and those cute Easter Egg containers you thought had no use after Easter. Plant yourself some seeds, water and cover with plastic wrap until they sprout in your sunny window. Then just plunk the eggshell and all in the garden.
Now my whole point of this container rant is…I made a container using this pattern and it turned out fabulous.
I made some interfacing changes and I messed up on the directional cutting of the outside, but it looks awesome.
Love Factory Girl fabric. It’s freaky weird.
Do you contain?
and thanks for all the hst love on yesterday’s post, I feel the same!