
Dear Kettle,
I know I use you a lot,
especially in the winter.
I love tea. I have a hundred different kinds of tea.
Green, herbal, black (though that's more A's style) teas are a big staple in my life, and in A's life.
The thing about you Kettle is that I hate you.
You're cheap, you're old, I am constantly moving you from the stove to the sideboard in the hopes that you will not get covered in oil as you do whenever Mr. Darling or I cook dinner and then you get further covered in a sticky substance that is about as easy to clean as red wine on a white shag rug and, basically you just suck.
Yes, you boil my water and yes, I should probably be grateful that you do the job you're supposed to do, but for some reason every time I boil myself a cup of tea, you make me depressed.
Now, there's a dream kettle out there for me.
(see photo at left)
I've seen it. I've touched it.
I've used it. I've even made a cup of tea with it.
It was a kettle that A had on her wedding registry and coincidentally, another woman who loves tea, The Mater was the one that got it for her and her husband.
I am obsessed with this kettle (sorry).
It's from
Crate & Barrel and it's 50$, but for some reason I cannot seem to justify spending 50$ on a kettle.
Now we have some interesting new things that we've been working on here at 365FR and I can tell you this; if any one of those projects comes to fruition the first thing I will buy with my hard earned dollars probably won't be a Chanel bag or a pair of Jimmy Choos.