My friend Sam told me about Corona Bingo. Fortunately it isn't a neighbourhood window bingo event because I'd definitely feel like I had to participate in that and it would be cold. Corona Bingo is where you tick off all the things you're doing that you thought were unique and creative, but in fact the entire country is baking banana bread and 90% of it is better than yours.
I keep making things. On the surface, this sounds ok. But it's become a bit of an addiction and there's only so many shelves someone who has no clutter needs. Does that radiator need a radiator shelf? Do we need a shoe rack? (Actually yes. I stand by the shoe rack). Could my work-from-home desk be extended to also fit my laptop?
I'm going to paint it but you need to save some things to look forward to.
It's slightly nicer than a pile of shoes. I'd quite like to build a step on top of it to use the space to the right.
Leftover wooden slats from the cupboard doors
This space desperately needed a shelf. The slats even almost fit perfectly.
Luckily the laptop weighs them down enough to stop them bowing in the middle and springing out (ALMOST perfectly).
When I ran out of places to fit shelves, I made a spice rack for aforementioned Sam (I feel like she gets a lot of mentions in this blog and I'm NEVER mentioned in hers. Just saying.). You too can make a spice rack if you have some wood, an old shower-tidy that you were going to get rid of but then the world shut down, some spare curtain hooks that you refused to throw away because they looked like they might be useful, and assorted paints and varnishes.
But my most resounding success so far is my banana loaf.
"I don't have a loaf tin so I'll just improvise" was a gross overestimation of my baking skill.