I have this Bestie– she was clearly born in the wrong decade.
Her innate resourcefulness rivals those hailing from the Depression era. She inspires me.
She never throws anything away. I have affectionately dubbed her The Tinker Fairy*, the hammer her signature emoticon.
Besides regularly making her own cheese crackers, dish-washer detergent, and soup noodles from scratch, she has also repaired virtually every stinking appliance in her home with two perfectly manicured hands.
Recently, she needed a red, cap-sleeved leotard for her daughter’s much-anticipated ballet debut. When one wasn’t readily located, she didn’t fret: She bought a traditional pink one and dyed it red in her washing machine. Like a Tinker Fairy Boss.
Hers is the number I first dial when I’ve got a household quandary, and it was the first recipient of tonight’s photo brag.
Witness, my girls’ Halloween costumes:
Can’t figure it out? Stay tuned for the reveal, come November. But do know that all other necessary costuming was
pillaged found in our own closets and <clue> garage.
I mentioned here how Husband isn’t really a fan of this holiday (but he is a fan of me!), so he was thrilled that The Tinker Fairy has taught me a thing or two. Since I have yet to locate a powder blue tuxedo in 2T, I’ll likely be doing a little shopping- or tinkering– yet for Little Man.
*if you don’t understand this reference, then you’re watching far fewer Disney flicks than me, you lucky duck.