When I was in college, and Ryan moved back to New Hampshire to be closer, his Mum took us to Sam’s Club to buy some necessities for his new apartment.
She pledges indefinitely about the wonders of buying in bulk, and of course it makes sense, so we gave it a try by purchasing the largest jug that we could possibly find of liquid hand soap.
Now this jug was so large that Ryan had to carry it to the car — Lei and I could not.
Three years and two apartments later, the jug finally glugged its last glug. Rest in peace, gigantic hunk of plastic that has followed us across State lines just to keep our fingers clean!
To celebrate its life, we bought a bar of New Hampshire Lilac scented soap, handmade right here in New England, but brought it home only to find that we had nothing to rest it upon.
And so, I give you Ryan’s rustic and happy lashed together little soap dish:
I’m just smitten!
(P.s. Don’t judge me by my countertop. We’re renters and I am super embarrassed of the tiles and grouting and all that super yucky stuff that comes along with an outdated rented bathroom!)