Early in our marriage, I found that Chuck and I butted heads A LOT regarding garbage.

The traditional kitchen size cans would fill up quickly, he would accuse me of producing too much garbage (true story, he claimed none of the trash was his), I would refuse to take the garbage to the outdoor can as this is CLEARLY a man's job. It would overflow....onto the floor, in some instances. He wouldn't notice or care. I would give in, pick the trash up, and yell a lot. And we'd repeat this process, over and over again. Finally to break the chain, I went out and bought a giant Rubbermaid trash can. It was the end of the trash tribulations for us. Chuck, not being burdened with everyday trash removal, was willing to take the garbage out (most of the time) when it was time. The can worked for me because, at that time, we had a pantry to conceal it's ugliness. 

Fast-forward a couple of houses to a kitchen with no out of sight storage areas for the behemoth can. So I improvised. You know the type of metal trash can that Oscar the Grouch lives in? The kind that are normally beat to heck and back? I bought one for my kitchen in Alabama. It was new and shiny. I put wheels on it so I could roll it around to where I was working. But, I had to sell it in my yard sale. It hurt my heart a little to see it go. 

So now here we are with the same trash can troubles. 

Anybody know what this is? 

No, it's not just a trash can.

It's a BURN barrel. 

A high class one at that.

Quite the step up from the one at our blue rental cabin...

MOVIN' on UP! Wait a minute....to the east side? Yeah, actually, to the east side. 

This go round, the chrome wasn't working for me. 

To highlight that great pattern, I spray painted the can white. 

I primed it with some metal primer first.

And here she is in action. 

Isn't it sweet?