Who knew that a labeling machine could be so addictive.
My Sweetie surprised me with one this morning. I'm not sure if it was a reward for finally tackling boxes of unknown treasures in the basement or an incentive to keep at it. It turns out to be both.
Although my plan was to power wash the veranda as soon as it quit raining, that 6.5" by 8.75" electronic machine lured me to the basement. Soon I was turning out labels for the bins of Christmas ornaments; then those of the painting equipment and the plaster repair equipment. That led to rearranging all those plastic bins. It certainly made more sense to put the once-a-year Christmas bins under the basement stairs. Now my DIY equipment was much easier to access.
I think I might have ended up labeling everything, including the cats, but my Sweetie said that he was going to continue with the chipping. I put off washing the veranda and helped him. (Unlike the other day we did stop after filling one bag.)
After washing part of the veranda, I found myself with the seductive machine in front of me. Exterior Paints; Interior Paints; Wood Stains; Clear Finishes...sharp black letters on white tape.
The simple pleasures.
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