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I suppose a glue gun isn’t necessarily an everyday object in every house but here, it usually resides on the dining room table, ready for the next project at hand. It is often used for science projects, sticking 3D printed items together, repairs, fabric adhesion… it’s an endless list. I think the most unusual was building a replica of an 1800’s era outhouse using popsicle sticks and of course, hot glue.

I will spare you the details of my new progressive glasses and all the joys that come with them. These are NOT the progressive glasses. These are my old reader glasses. I would never have been able to draw my progressives if I wasn’t wearing them. Funny how that works.

This is an actual doughnut that is currently sitting on a plate on the counter. There were three doughnuts left on this plate from this morning, because of course, as an adult, we do not eat doughnuts for breakfast. One was a chocolate covered long john that was eaten over the course of a few hours by slicing small fragments off with a knife. It was excellent. Then there was a flattened type croissant doughnut that was covered in visible sugar. That one was also eaten in fragments by my husband and I after lunch and also excellent. However, neither doughnut was consumed in one sitting so….. did we REALLY eat them? No, we “tasted” them.

The bottle of Method Daily Granite Cleaner is not just an everyday item in our house. It’s an every HOUR thing. We have that super annoying granite that looks very busy and hides all the stains and spills and crumbs until that one moment in the afternoon when the sun hits it just right and it’s shameful. Or when you rub your hand over the top and you feel all the sticky spots and bits of parmesan from the prior meal. A few days ago I discovered a spot of dried blue goodness smoothie that I thought in all honesty was a rare spot of mauve in our granite.

Quick, the banana isn’t brown yet! Draw it when it’s easy! The longer you wait, the harder it is to capture all the bruises, cuts and brown spots. Imagine trying to draw the banana that comes out of the bottom of the backpack that was forgotten at school snack time. That’s a nasty banana. Speaking of nasty… anyone prefer artificial banana flavor over the real thing? Like the Laffy Taffy banana flavor? No? I ACTUALLY DO! Yellow Laffy Taffy is my favorite.

This is my winter hat. The hat that I wear to walk to school, to walk the dog, to run errands, to hide the mess underneath. It’s a North Face hat and I’ve had it for half a decade or more now. The chunky knit has worn to just the right amount of fuzz. A pass through the washer and drier tightens it up just enough. I will despise wearing this hat in March but will long to wear it again by October. Don’t worry nubby fuzzy topper… we still have 2 more months.

This handy device of torture actually resides on our kitchen island. Because when else do you realize that you need to clip your fingernails than when you are in the kitchen? The nail file is utterly useless (why is it even there). The sole purpose is to cut the nails. After decades I have it down to a science but when clipping a child’s nails it almost becomes a medical procedure. There is coaxing, comforting, cajoling, maybe even crying and then the nails are clipped…. in the kitchen.

The coffee mug. Morning chalice. Goblet of good starts. It is the first thing I unload from the dishwasher before the sun has even come up. I take out two of them. The same two. One for me and one for my husband. The one pictured is his and I won’t ever use it because I don’t like the handle. The graphics and patterns have worn off after years of sanitizing cycles in the dishwasher. They wait patiently by the coffee pot until we hear the magic BEEP… BEEP…BEEP. And then it’s go time.

Yep, that’s right, toilet paper. Can’t think of anything more everyday than that! In fact, I would guess we have all used it at least a few times already today. This particular variety is Charmin Ultra Soft and began its bathroom assignment as a mega roll. I literally pulled it off the holder in the bathroom to draw it and returned it to its post before anyone was the wiser.