Despite my complete lack of culinary acumen, I've decided to create my very own slow cooker pork chop recipe today.
But you know what? By the time it's finished it will look like pile of brown goo and the sun will have set so none of that glorious natural light will be pouring through ye olde kitchen window. So you get a photo of raw pork bathed in chicken stock covered in barbecue sauce surrounded by onions and apples.
"But it's Friday! Aren't you going meatless? Heretic! Heathen!". Relax. If it becomes a rule again, we'll do it, but since it's not Lent and it's not a rule and my husband and his picky no-eating-ever son like pork products and that's what we've got in the freezer, that's what we're having. Overly scrupulous guilt be gone!
I had this super ugly turtleneck that I was never going to wear again. The fabric is nice but the neck part was like a quasi mock-neck (the horror) and the cut was...well...I don't know. Let's just go with "not cute".
|pre big-girl camera. in case you couldn't tell.|
Deciding to impelement the old waste-not-want-not adage coupled with the old do-not-donate-something-that-no-one-is-going-to-want-to-wear philosophy (along with a healthy dose of projects-are-more-fun-than-housework modus operandi [thinking of three different ways to say "way of doing things" was hard]) I set to work with the scissors. No sewing in this repurposing, I tell ya what.
First, cut off the neck of your shirt below the seam that holds it onto the shirt. Ta da! Headband!
Then you follow this tutorial (weirdly, I originally found it on a blog for...a laser skincare center? Don't ask. The internet is weird. But now I've got you linked back to the original) and make yourself an infinity scarf.
|I should have taken a better picture. I should have.|
Now, and this one is truly genius, you pick up the sleeves you have laying there on the floor and you put 'em on yer calves and pretend like you've got yerself a pair of chicy tall boot socks.