Son is getting older. And now, his toys are getting older too. He’s graduated from teethers and stack-able boxes to super heroes and duplos. But even the duplos will go away soon. He got several lego sets for Christmas. I have yet to decide if they were a gift for him, or pay back for his parents, maybe both. Just the same, I was in need of a new place to keep all these small, sharp, and painful pieces.
I am currently in the process of designing some sort of new toy storage and desk system for Son’s room, so I wasn’t ready to commit to something I had to purchase for this new lego storage. But then I remembered. I had this…
We received this bucket, one of a pair, actually, as a gimme from our favourite Austrian restaurant. Ever since happily carting them home, they’ve lived empty in the garage. Now, sure, I could’ve left the bucket as is, but something just didn’t seem right about keeping a beer bucket in Son’s room; maybe it was the Lone Star brand. Yuck.
I broke out the spray paint, and shot the bucket silver. Several coats later, I had a more kid-friendly storage option.
Even better, it was free, and those pesky land mines are no longer threatening my bare feet.