And then today, on Yet Another Snow Day, I vaguely remembered that my sister-in-law had once used her salad spinner as a spin art machine at my niece's carnival themed birthday party. My memory of how it actually worked was a little hazy - it was years ago, I was pregnant, and the salad spinner was not anwhere near the food table. I called my sister-in-law and got her answering machine, so I figured we'd just go for it. And we did. And we had so much fun.
First we traced the bottom of the salad spinner onto paper and cut out a gazillion circles so we could make a gazillion spun paintings.
That was the hard part.
Good times. Good times.