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shopping blather
6 Jan 2006 07:38 pmWe own a chocolate fountain.
Okay, Q does, she bought it, but: CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN. I am Jack's immense and decadent glee.
I personally now own...uh...far too many things. I spent hundreds of dollars on household goods today, including a toaster and cutlery and chopping boards and mixing bowls and a mop and you know what, I never really realised how much stuff one needs in order to function. I feel like maybe those monks who own nothing but a loincloth and an alms bowl are onto something, though how they keep their caves clean or chop up their weekly grain of rice is really one of those great mysteries of the universe.
My prides and joys are: my swanky new SHARP knife set, a $70-reduced-from-something-unholy stainless steel ubersaucepan with pasta sieve and steamer and all sorts of complicated layers, and a sexy little sandwich press/grill that I picked up for $40.
And my father came shopping with us and carried bags and organised home contents insurance and bought me laksa for lunch and Q and I watched some Monk and now I'm sitting here munching capsicum and drinking coffee and the waves of panic re: moving house are receding somewhat. This is nice.
( And now we move into the more picspammy part of the post )
Okay, Q does, she bought it, but: CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN. I am Jack's immense and decadent glee.
I personally now own...uh...far too many things. I spent hundreds of dollars on household goods today, including a toaster and cutlery and chopping boards and mixing bowls and a mop and you know what, I never really realised how much stuff one needs in order to function. I feel like maybe those monks who own nothing but a loincloth and an alms bowl are onto something, though how they keep their caves clean or chop up their weekly grain of rice is really one of those great mysteries of the universe.
My prides and joys are: my swanky new SHARP knife set, a $70-reduced-from-something-unholy stainless steel ubersaucepan with pasta sieve and steamer and all sorts of complicated layers, and a sexy little sandwich press/grill that I picked up for $40.
And my father came shopping with us and carried bags and organised home contents insurance and bought me laksa for lunch and Q and I watched some Monk and now I'm sitting here munching capsicum and drinking coffee and the waves of panic re: moving house are receding somewhat. This is nice.
( And now we move into the more picspammy part of the post )
