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The Sour Cream Method...AKA Use What You Have

I learned from my mom, who learned from her mother, who probably learned from her momma, the principle of waste-not, want-not.  Leftovers always go in the fridge, not the garbage can.  Not only that, the next day's meal utilizes those leftovers.  (I must admit I grow more science experiments than my mom ever did, though.)

One meal, early in our marriage, was planned around a bit of sour cream.  I don't remember what I ended up fixing, but I do know that the concept of planning an entire meal around sour cream made an impression on John.  Since then, we often use the phrase, "planning around the sour cream."

This afternoon I started "planning around the sour cream," not for dinner, but for furnishing a room.  It all started when I realized that I need a place for a tie-down for a guide dog puppy.   If I understand correctly, the idea is that while the puppy is young and house-training, it is either on a leash, in a crate, or on a tie-down in a busy area of the house.  John suggested putting the eye-hook for the tie-down to the side of our fireplace in the family room.  Only problem is, that is where the organ is. 

Fortunately, our formal living room (or the "room of requirements," as John likes to call it) is wonderfully empty (well, at least devoid of furniture...it is still a bit of a storage area).   So, I moved the organ into that room.  Then I got to thinking that maybe the family room looked a little too crowded; maybe I could move other things out of the family room and into the living room, and thus balance out both rooms. 

I moved many of the plants into the living room, as well as the rocking chair.  Then, of course, the family room was feeling a little empty, so I moved a big plant from the dining room into the family room.  I'm certainly not done in the living room.  An organ, a rocking chair, and a bunch of plants doesn't quite complete the room, but at least I'm starting to envision the possibilities. 

No photos yet--I want to move the stored items out of the living room first--but maybe I'll take some soon. 

Thankful thought of the day:  Thanks for John, who puts up with "planning around the sour cream".

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  1. Well, I still think you have a little bit of the strength of your Grandma! Did you have help moving that organ?

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  2. I could have had help if I had been patient enough to wait for John to get home. We do have a dolly, though, which makes it easy to move things single-handedly. (Well, OK, I did use both hands, but you know what I mean!)

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