If I were a wooden tray…..this is what I would want to be when I grew up.
Nothing too fancy for me.
No walk on the wild side.
No partying with the hors d’oeuvres and the fruit tray.
Just paint me a crisp clean white and distress me a little.
And when I was dry…..drill tiny little holes in the shape of letters.
Letters that spelled out words like “eat” or “delish” or “party”
Then add a little bling with black embroidery thread.
Woven through the holes.
Just like the sewing cards in first grade.
I guess that makes my sister a tray mind-reader because she knew…..
…..somehow she knew what every neglected, over-looked, under-appreciated wooden tray truly wanted to be.
You’ve seen the trays like this before.
At yard sales and thrift sales….laying abandoned over by the plastic fruit and the unfinished paint by numbers.
Waiting for greatness.
Hand-stichery on wood.
Who would have thought?
So my wonderful, creative, genius of a sister, Whitney, take the stage for your standing ovation….
…..this is your hour of greatness.
And on behalf of wooden trays everywhere.
We salute you.
PS Here’s the delish tray in it’s plate rack home! If you want to see how I made the plate rack click here.
PPS If you want to see how I made the plate rack into a recipe wall (without even using a level) click here.
PPPS If you want to see the actual recipe….click here.