However, I am here right now & will be attempting something brand spanking new (for me anyway). Yup folks, I actually am going to attempt to post a mini tutorial!
"Tutorial?" you say quizzically. Yes, I know it's confusing, seeing as how I barely know what I'm doing or how I'm going to do it 98.3% of the time, but I am gonna give it that old college try.
I here you laughing. I know, its funny to imagine me planning this out, because as some of you know, I generally forget to take the pics to include. We all love looking at pics when we try to follow tutorials & in the absence of video directions, pics are essential.
But I fooled you! I didn't think this one out! I just for some inexplicable reason started taking pics of this project when I started & managed to remember to take them with almost every step. Yay me!
Are you ready?
***Warning, this is an extremely long & rambly post.
Read more breaks have been provided for your sanity.***
What to do with a nasty old roasting pan
Anyway, he bought this gorgeous, giant, non-stick roasting pan. It was big enough to hold our Thanksgiving turkey, which has been known to get as large as twelve pounds! It was truly a sight to behold, Stork standing over steaming pan filled with beautifully brown & basted bird.
But after many years of use & more than a million washes, the pan began to die. When I say die, I mean the "non-stick" coating began to stick. And flake. And chip. And then it looked like this:
So sad, because it was still structurally sound. It wasn't like it had holes & was rotting to pieces. It just was not something we felt safe cooking with anymore. Can you blame us?
Then the Stork found a gorgeous, new, gigantic electric roaster & officially decided to kill off the old pan. But me, being me & not ever wanting to get rid of things I think still have some life in them, petitioned the governor (yes, by governor I mean the Stork) for a reprieve.
A pardon was granted & the pan came to rest in the Cave of Wonder. Where it sat, filled with shiny bits of potential (or what the Stork calls "junk") for more than a year.
I spent many hours trying to come up with what exactly to do with this thing I had come to affectionately (to myself) refer to as "Roasty". I was stuck, some quite awhile on the idea of repainting it & turning it into a hanging pot rack for my kitchen of limited cabinet space. But I moved on from that after realizing that the concept, while brilliant, would require too much involvement of the Stork.
I finally decided to turn it into a basket of sorts. Obviously it could not be a true basket, as it is not woven, but it could serve the same purpose. So the next step was to find fabric to cover it with, which did not take long once I put my mind to looking.
Second step was to cut my batting to fit the inside of the Roasty. Now I'm sure there is at least one person out there wondering why the batting. Its simple really, the batting makes the bottom look fluffier & anything containerish in my hale (house) has the potential to become a nesting place for the popoki (cats) that allow us to reside here with them.
So I cut the batting to fit inside Roasty & then hot glued it to the bottom.
Anyway, after pulling & folding, tucking & gluing, I declared myself done. Finally, after much time sitting with no purpose but to hold my shiny bits of potential, Roasty was reborn! (As a display bin for merchandise.)
As always, I can't promise I'll be back soon, but I can promise I'll do my best. I know I've been neglectful, but I am trying really hard to remember something....
Until later my friends!