Today’s blog is being posted out of sheer and utter guilt. This is the story of my hydrangea spoon rest … Many years ago I spotted this spoon rest when we were travelling through Athens, and I had to have it {I know – it doesn’t scream ‘Athens’ in any way}. I carefully packed it in my luggage for the rest of our journey and when we got home, I proudly displayed it in our kitchen. Until about three days later when I dropped it with my stupid hands, and it snapped in half {you can just about see the crack across the butterfly}. I was actually heartbroken. So before I smashed it into further oblivion, I stashed it away in my cupboard for safekeeping. So safely I packed it away that I forgot about it. I know. For-shame.
I found said hydrangea spoon rest just this week and so I lovingly glued it back together, and it now sits next to my cooker, all pretty and hydrangea-y. Waiting to be used. I will admit haven’t actually used it as a spoon rest though. Hell no. It’s too pretty to use.
That is SUCH a bummer! But at least there's life in it yet 🙂
Also, I haven't said hi, yet, but I stumbled across your blog a month or two back and went through all of your archives. Love it all! And hi!
Nic
Hello to you too, Nic! Thanks for the uber lovely compliment 🙂
Ahhh guilt is a wonderful thing….not. However I am pleased to know I am not the only one with a safe place – so safe you forget about it 🙂 looks lovely btw.
You can be sure it's not going back in that cupboard again. It guilt tripped me again last night, so I put a clean spoon on it.