The Redneck Dox Box

I often find myself out in the garage or yard area doing something that doesn't involve the weens but they want to be where I am.   I had originally constructed a little hidy hole with blankies they could snuggle in which they didn't seem to mind but I never dared to take a photo of it as it was an abomination to creative minds all over.  So this morning while I was out dinking around in the garage I looked over at said abomination and thought. I can do much better than that.  

So hence the title of this postie.  The Redneck Dox Box.  
You'll get it when you get to the next paragraph.  Ha!
I will always try to figure out a way to create something out of things we have on hand before I waste precious time, energy and GAS $$ to drive 25 + miles miles north or south to the bigger towns. I believe in up-cycling.  Sure I could have bought an actual Dogloo (yes the word Dogloo is a linky... ) You will see why I chose not too.

I had a very large tote that the lid had busted on long ago but it was still handy for things so we had kept it.  
What to do with an old large tote?  Why cut a hole in the side of it of course.   No lid?  Well heck, we can fix that too.  This summer led me to the dump of all places as I was trying to find a grate to put over our fire pit.  We don't have the store bought fire pit. We have the real kind, dug into the dirt, lined with rocks and such.  It's big.  We could roast 5 Weenies over it if we wanted to.  The Nathans kind preferably.  But we could NOT find a grate for it.  Walmart carries the smaller pit style grate kind but our pit ate it up.  So .... nothing like a little old upright freezer to supply what we needed.  For free.   So that got plopped on top and topped off with an old front door greeting mat that has long since faded and the "wipe your paws" wording a piece of history.  Place old blankie in and you've got a little weenie roasting sauna going on.


Tobias was the first to inspect... 


Then Molly .. 


Coming back out.. Mishka still wasn't sure. 


Gentle persuasion with Shiloh as he is blind but if you look closely you can see his butt in the opening. He got it really quick and nested right away. 


Peeking in ... I see no complaints ... they kind of reminded me of how puppies are in a little box all cute and bouncing up to say "pick me pick me!"
  


The end..  



Thanks for peeking. :)

My McDougall Cabinet is ... HOME!!

Without my Mom's encouragement and knowledge on the "how to, handy woman" front I would have been one pathetic little mess.  She helped me with the entire process, we had moments of giggling laughter down to shaking our heads looking at the cabinet wondering.  At least I know I wondered several times why on earth I decided it was something I could do.  I am glad she had faith in me to keep pushing me along the entire project.  Now my beautiful McDougall stands proudly in my kitchen and I know I couldn't have done it without my amazing Mommy.  I love you Mom!!!

Everything was kept as original as possible other than new paint, a few new screws and of course the jadeite knobs and drawer pulls.  I had considered getting new hinges but the ones she came with cleaned up decent enough that I decided to put them back on her.  Maybe with time I'll gift her with newer hardware but for now she has aged character and I love it.  

A little before reminder of how she once looked and the first photo I ever saw of her.  She was in very rough shape. 




Here she is ... in all her lovely refurbished glory!  


I have a smallish house so she rests between the refrigerator and the stove.


The kitchen is galley style so, long yet narrow and hard to get a good frontal shot..


Her cute little bottom half ...


 Her wonderful top half.


 

Vintage Christmas Happiness

There is no greater pleasure in my life ( material wise ) than Christmas.  Especially vintage Christmas anything.  I live and breath this time of year when I have an excuse to bring all my treasures out like an insane hoarder and get away with the display.   There is something special about each ormament and decoration that I find.  The stories they whisper to me of Christmastimes past fills my heart with utter joy.

Enough of my blather.. onto the picture intense postie..
The outside... darling hubby next to worlds most hideous contraption. ( I am not a fan of blow ups but he likes it so it stays )







Welcome to my kitchen area ....


Our newest member was a dying snow baby tree that came back to life..




My beloved and precious tinsel tree


























The most loved ornament on my tree amazingly enough is not even old.. 



Thanks for peeking at my crazy Christmas. :)

BeBe Kringle

He's not amused... not one itty bitty bit.



A little bribery ...


Refusing to give me the time of day..




Fine then .. Mommy gives up and guess who gets cute under the tree.  :)



Thanks for peeking!  :)

Mishka Clause

One again the flashy thing came out and once again I ended up with blurred photos.  Oh well the memories are mainly for me but I like to share the semi decent ones. :) 




You got those nomz I asked for .. right Momma?


Thanks for peeking friends!
I am slow in getting back into daily blogging but I am trying.  It's cathartic and I need cathartic! :)

Merry Miss Molly

She's such a good little girl but literally HATES to pose for me.  I promised her no flash and lots of treats if she'd just give me one slightly decent photo to share with the world.


She literally gave me one slightly decent photo out of 15 shots, all blurry except this one.