Have I mentioned that I’ve had an obscene number of lovely domestic things coming into my life over the last six months?
I know it may seem silly, but I have been looking for a particular kind of mixing bowl since the late 80s. I had some that were a wedding present (v.1) and they went away in the post-divorce purge and then I realized that really, I wanted them back.
They were some kind of plastic that was solid enough for just about any use. They had a lovely pouring lip and a nice little handle. The best part, though, was the solid rubber ring on the bottom of each bowl. They didn’t come off in a couple of years of heavy use, and I didn’t have to chase the bowls around the counter no matter what I was mixing in them.
A couple of weeks ago, curiousmay9 and I went to Lenox to find swim goggles at the Speedo store (which changed its name and wasn’t what we expected, but that’s another story). As we were moseying along, enjoying the relative lack of crowds, we saw the Williams-Sonoma store. We’ve been seeking a single mezzaluna, so we went on in.
And there were my bowls. Sitting right there, lovely. And RED!
And she bought them for me, right away, no questions asked. I didn’t even have a chance to consider whether or not I could afford them. She grabbed a clerk, got them to find the bowls (initially, they said they were out of stock), and had them all wrapped up in no time at all.
I enjoyed using them last night, and they’re in use again today. Part of the reclaiming, I think.
Thank you, sweetie!
