I’m a sucker for before-and-after shots—and not just because most mornings I feel like a “before” model in the back pages of one of those magazines whose mission is to make you feel worse. I like knowing that change is possible, that I too could change my skin, my weight, my clothes, my kitchen, my husband grass.
Yes, of course… my grass.
I now actually have some grass, as I reported earlier. And there are no more dandelions—just some ambitious clover that I just blasted with Scotts® EcoSense® Weed B Gon® Ready-To-Use. It’s fun: just aim and shoot, then wash your hands, which is exactly what parents tell their sons to do when they’re potty training (I can assure you that the nozzle on the weed killer is more accurate).
How did I do this? I threw down some dirt, added some seed, then water, then wine. Well, I drank the wine.
So, without further ado, it’s time for The Reveal (go on, say “The Reveal” in the voice of your favourite HGTV host).
Take that, grass that got killed from salt/snow on my driveway.
But this isn’t the only place I grew grass. I also had an embarrassingly good time growing it in a “fun” place.
And what is my most fun place ever?
Here it is:
This grass grew so quickly in my Mommy’s Time Out wine glass. In fact, it grew so quickly, I had this conversation with my husband:
Me: We need to order more wine glasses.
Me: For our yard.
Him: For our what?
Me: For our yard. Since grass grows so quickly in wine glasses, I figure we should just plant them all over.
Him: Good one.
Me: Or… I could just over-seed our lawn without the wine glasses…
By the way, did you enter the Scotts® Miracle-Gro challenge? What weird place did you grow grass? Where would you grow it?
Congrats to Nicki Brown who won a $300 gift card to IKEA. She was the random winner. Look where she grew grass!
Full disclosure (which is still different from a full-frontal disclosure, in case you were wondering): The Scotts® Miracle-Gro Company has compensated me to write about their products, which will help cover some of my blog hosting costs. All opinions, dead grass and live grass are my own.