… or day after May Day (happy birthday to sister Carolyn, aka CJ).
I’ve been refilling soap dispensers and lotion pumps from various other sources — I have so many half-finished tubes and bottles of lotion that I have been squeezing them into one pump (a decorative one that matches some of my china). It doesn’t really matter that they are different scents, I guess — the purpose is to soften skin. So that’s a reuse.
We had a roasted chicken earlier in the week,. and it’s now becoming chicken soup for our dinner.
Recent online talk of T-shirt “yarn” sent me to the scrap bin/rag bag, where there were several perfectly cut-up-able T-shirts. Daughter #2 and I are cutting them into strips, and I will make a knitted bathroom rug. Then I notice the cutting hurts my wrist, so I will put this in the TV room and have family cut strips while they watch TV. Must keep idle hands busy!
We continue to sort through our clothes and hand them around to others in the house. I think I’ve mentioned before that we’re mostly all the same size. When one of us gets tired of a shirt or jeans or belt or purse, it goes next to the giveaway pile — then instantly gets snapped up by another. This happens over and over again. I was cutting up a pair of pj pants this morning for T-shirt yarn that were once Daughter #1’s, then mine, then D #4, the D#2, then got cut into sleep-shorts (I have leg bits in the scrap bag. Someone is still sleeping in them and I think it is D#3). This process also works with the Boy, because super-small shirts are the rage for your emo-punk-rockr-teen — so the Boy’s tiny shirts fit D#4 perfectly. He loves her R&R T-shirts and may be seen in them. D#2 and the boyfriend of D#3 often switched jeans. Because skinny boy jeans are in for girls, and skinny girl jeans are in for the skinny emo guy.
See? Everybody wins.
This morning I offloaded a pretty item that was too small but hardly worn to D#3, and picked up 5 scarves from D#2 — for tying up my ponytail, tying on purse, etc — not woolen scarves. These are so pretty, and are probably right from Goodwill. Another good purchase, well used.
We watched the Kentucky Derby at 3, and everyone got to pick a horse or two. If our horse wins, we get $10. Mr Husband is a big fan of the Derby, since he used to work in gaming and racing. BTW, I will now share with you my sister Nancy’s mnemonic for remembering the order of winners of horse races: Wear Plaid Shoes = win, place, show. I know — it’s genius. Stupid but effective. No charge, friends.
Julia Park Tracey is an award-winning journalist, author, and blogger. She is the author of "Veronika Layne Gets the Scoop" and "Veronika Layne Has a Nose for News" (rep'd by Booktrope). She is the Poet Laureate of Alameda, California. She's also the conservatrix of The Doris Diaries, the diaries of her great-aunt Doris Bailey Murphy. Her articles have appeared in Thrillist, Quill, Paste, San Francisco Chronicle, and in many magazines; her latest poetry appears in The East Bay Literary review.