Have you ever bought those decorative bottles full of oil, vinegar, and assorted pickled foodstuffs to put in your kitchen because they're pretty and then you can pretend you're a gourmet chef?
You know of which I speak.
Yeah, me too.
What do you do with them when they've reached the end of their useful life? (Read: 3 inches of dust on the bottles and you can see those things inside are becoming mutant zombie...um...vegetables?)
Back in my previous life (in this instance, happier life), I would have simply thrown them away since I wasn't equipped to deal with the creatures lurking within.
But now I'm a blogger. And I'm supposed to come up with some really clever idea and repurpose those bottles.
Naturally, I consulted with the Queen of Never Throwing Anything Away and Later Making Something Cool Out of It. Also known as Danni from Silo Hill Farm.
Danni gave me some colorful advice on the subject, and I decided to forge ahead against my better judgment.
You don't want to dump this stuff down your disposal. In fact, you don't want to handle it without the aid of rubber gloves and a full hazmat suit.
And a respirator.
You think I lie. I do not.
This is just a glimpse into the content afterlife:
This is nothing compared to the smell.
I retched no fewer than 17 times while sticking a metal skewer inside those bottles trying to get the nastiness out.
Notice how they conveniently shove large items into a bottle with a teeny-tiny opening?
They hate me, that's what it is.
After successfully removing all the dreck from all the bottles, I soaked them overnight in hot, soapy water. Then I proceeded to soak them in scalding bleach water.
This one looked so cool after I swooshed soapy water inside it!
Now they're nice and clean.
NO, I haven't done anything crafty with them since...well...
...I sold my house...
And I'm a little busy. Aren't they pretty?
I'm so glad this job is finished. I have them VERY carefully wrapped and packed because I don't want them to break since they're now best friends with my gag reflex.
I'm so glad this job is finished!
The hell you say.
There's one more?
And it's a fish.