Tuesday, September 13, 2011

spoon

My favourite spoons are the Ikea ones. They feel just right. A little bit long and rounded, not too round. Soup, cereal, ice cream. It's always a let down when there's none in the drawer.

I don't use the two with red plastic handles any more, they make me sad. Axl went out and bought them when we were moving in together. The knives and forks have gone to cutlery heaven, but the spoons endure... I avoid them.

I can use the two towels he got, oddly - the wedding towels give me more of a pang, but, well, they're nice, so I favour them.

Inanimate objects have life that is unknown to them. 

2 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

And we're the ones who give them that life. I do it too.

morgor said...

That'd be funny if it wasn't sad.