Hanging Baskets

I've always loved the look of hanging flower baskets.

I just haven't always been so keen on the price of them.

Plus the big, chunky, plastic hooks just don't really do much for me.

I'm going to change subjects here for a minute.

Just warning you so I don't give you whiplash.

Ya know how at home when someone drops something on the floor...

And they don't pick it up?

It drives me batty.

Sometimes, I just leave it there.

Just to see how long it takes someone...anyone...to notice and actually pick it up.

That usually ends with me not being able to stand it any longer and just picking it up myself.

Which just irritates me.

What does that have to do with hanging baskets?

Well...

Near one of the soccer fields that my son frequents is a vehicle turn out.

In this turnout sat a turkey roaster pan.

Each and every time I drove by, I would notice the roaster.

And, just like at home, I wondered why no one picked it up.

I would kind of grumble and roll my eyes every time I drove past it.

Just cuz I could.

Then, one day, as I was brainstorming about hanging baskets...

It totally hit me.

I'm sure that if you were close by, you would have witnessed the little light bulb appear over my head. briefly replacing the horns

Why couldn't I use turkey roasters and make my own hanging baskets?

Then, I remembered the turkey roaster at the side of the road.

And desperately hoped that no one had picked it up yet.

See the double standard here?

So, I raced over there and picked it up.

Now, before I tell you the next part, I just need to clarify something.

Lest you throw up a little bit in your mouth.

Or, a lot in the garbage can next to your desk.

Cuz, it is that gross.

I neverneverever planned on using the turkey roaster for food.

As in the kind that would go in my mouth.

Ok?

Ok.

So...as I lifted the turkey roaster up off the ground I discovered the remains of an ENTIRE turkey underneath.

How do I know that it was a turkey?

I don't.

But if it was anything else...

I don't want to know.

So...I'm going with the turkey theory.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

So, even though I now felt so disgusted that I needed to go take a shower, I went home and washed out my turkey roaster.

Corey drilled some holes in it for me. Some for drainage and some to hang it up with.

I purchased the S hooks and metal hangers at the local hardware store.

We already had the chain laying around, left over from a job that Corey did.

Here is the turkey roaster, aka hanging basket, waiting to be filled and hung.

I managed to pick up several more at garage sales and Goodwill.

Don't they look so cute?

I even hung one up in my door out in the yard.

It was much cheaper then buying a ready made basket.

Plus it was fun too.

Except for the turkey part.

That wasn't fun.

Just sayin...

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