I wanted a new toolbox because my old one proved unsatisfactory. It was actually a fishing tackle box and it was hard to rummage around in. My sweet mother-in-law had a hard-sided cosmetic case; you know, the one everyone had with the faux satin lining? It's so cute and evocative, I held onto it after she died thinking I would find a purpose for it one day.
It was a little beat-up. I cleaned it, removed the peeling and cracked lining, and replaced it with some nubby shelf-liner.
I used some vintage National Park stickers to decorate the exterior.
It's satisfying to re-purpose stuff - especially an item you feel sentimental about.
Speaking of which, here's my flea market find, a vintage stove-top percolator. The harvest gold reminds me of the 70's and my mom in the kitchen.
I also found this nifty hanging storage piece at Tuesday Morning. It fits nicely over the bathroom door. Now I have a place for my remotes, Kindle, and those small items you tend to lose track of.
So I devoted a large part of this week preparing to leave on Sunday instead of leaving it all till the day before departure. I'll be ready to go. It's been a month since my last trip and I'm itching to go, go, go.