Today is the start of some basement renovations here at the Hammond house. I briefly thought of doing some "before" pictures for a future blog post, but after about two seconds realized that there are just some things that should never see the light of day, and our basement in its present state is one of them.
Just one hour into the project Kellen came upstairs and said he thought he would do the painting now rather than wait until the new flooring went in. I was in the kitchen baking cookies (feeding people is the only part of renos I am any good at!) and I was listening as he and Jay discussed what colour to paint the downstairs walls. I heard Jay say the word grey and almost dropped the pan of cookies on the floor. Kellen sided with his dad and tried to tell me grey was very trendy right now. Grey? In a basement? Thankfully cooler heads prevailed (mine) and I am happy to report we will not have a rec room that resembles the local public school gym. Or a navy frigate.
So while all the commotion and chaos is happening downstairs I think I will focus on pleasanter things and write another frugal luxury post. April provides, completely free of charge, hope in the form of things that grow. Here is my little patch of tulips.
The rhubarb is progressing nicely. In a few weeks we should be able to have our first rhubarb crisp of the year!
Speaking of crisps, here is another frugal luxury - being able to go out to my freezer and grab some fruit from last summer. I try to freeze as many berries as I can when they are in season and reasonably priced. We use them all winter and into the spring for smoothies, pies and crisps. Here is a crisp made with the last of my precious huckleberries.
Drinking a cup of tea out of a cute mug definitely counts as a frugal luxury. Even more so when the mug was on sale for $2.99.
I have saved the best for last. This is in my top ten of all time frugal luxury list. Well, I don't really have such a list, but if I did I know this would be on it. Hanging clothes on the line to dry. I love the rhythm of choosing the spot on the line, placing the pegs on the clothes, and watching the clothes blowing in the wind every time I look out my kitchen window.
So far I am the only one who has eaten any of the cookies. Hmmm...I guess I need to get off the computer and go offer some to the people actually doing the work.