grrlTravels

potholders are important at least once a day

Last night while fussing over an essentially uncomplicated new recipe I caught both potholders on fire. I didn't realize it immediately, plopping them on the counter and then wondering "what smells like it's on fire?" to myself. I tossed them in the sink muttering.

They are my only potholders. I don't like them very much. They have an aggressively 80s vibe, feature moose (an animal with which I have no known affiliations), and smell like 7 or so years of old grease. In fact they perfume the entire cabinet where I store them, and I have to shudder violently every time I go for a frying pan.

Eventually this became a Problem That Needed To Be Solved. I went to Target several times with one item on my list: new potholders. But Target has failed me in the potholder department, and as confounding as I find this several return trips with the certainty that This Time There Will Be Potholders (positive mojo flowing) has not resulted in actual living new potholders residing in my frying pan cabinet.

Last weekend we went to IKEA on a separate but related mission. Generally trips to IKEA are pleasantly stimulating and rewarded with success so I juggled potholders on to the List Of Things I Might Find And Purchase At IKEA. Sadly IKEA was vastly disappointing in the Storage Items Which Might Solve My Vestibule Crisis and I was so crushed that the trip turned into The Wasteland Of Crap At IKEA That Does Not Solve My Vestibule Crisis and I completely missed potholders.

All of this drama has caused me to become so loose when it comes to the potholders that today as I took them out of the drier I planned an elaborate potholder themed online swap. If I cannot find myself a set of potholders I reasoned then I am willing to let a complete stranger choose my potholders for me and I will live with whatever shows up on my doorstep. My second less involved choice was to beg you for potholders.

But just now I realized that the potholders must have a message of some importance for me. I need to be willing to be patient and open my eyes and ears to the vast store of knowledge held by The Most Sensorily Displeasing Potholders On The Face Of This Vast Earth and wait for the Truth to come to me.

Also, I need to get to Crate and Barrel ASAP.

Posted by grrlTravels at February 1, 2010 4:06 PM