Where have you bin all my life?

It's a story as old as time. A girl's weekend... five women... all alone... in a foreign city... ok maybe it's just a little town a few hours away from home...

Women with easy souls and hanging hearts walking down an overcast street when one of them turns into a little art gallery, and stumbles upon an unexpected love. Her breath catches between parted lips and she whispers softly, "Where have you bin all my life?"

Yes, I have a thing for puns and cheesy romance novels. I'm sorry to expose you to both at once, but take a look at these things...

Hmmm... ok they might have been a little more impressive in real life.

But just look at how they hold those gourds! Ahem...

This may not be a well known fact, but along with my weakness for puns and romance, I have a thing for farmers' markets.

(I'm quite a catch, I know.)

It just so happened this little art gallery, I really wish I could remember the name of the place, had one set up in the front corner. But honestly, it wasn't the gourds that got me.

I mean check out the softly worn wood on those, um... what would you call those... racks?... stands?

That's like storage porn, right there in the middle of a small town gallery.

I immediately thought of a dozen ways to use them in the house I wish I had. Maybe more than a dozen.

But in the house that I have in real life? Well...

There's a reason this love is unrequited.

I still think of those bins and their beautiful rack/stand/things often. I try to find a place in my tiny home, but sadly, living small has its disadvantages.

I hold hope that someday I will discover an unknown empty space in my little house... at which moment I will jump into my car to drive furiously through the night and rescue my bins before they fall in love with another woman.

One can dream. Don't pick on me.

This is another little beauty I found there...

It was much larger in person, but is something I think I could DIY the day an empty square of usable space mysteriously appears on these walls that bind me.

All right, all right, I'll stop now.