I was drying it and it slipped out of my hands and hit the counter really hard. It didn't shatter, but it cracked. I wanted to cry. Actually I did cry. As I took it out to the trash, a couple tears escaped from my eyes.
Later, after the party was over and everyone had gone home, I fished it out of the trash because I had to take some pictures of it.
I know it seems silly to cry over a pitcher, but I loved that pitcher. I've never seen another pitcher like it. The handle doesn't connect on the top, it's only connected on the bottom. That's why I love it. It's unique.
Everywhere I go, I'll look for another pitcher like that. If I find it, I'll buy two... one for me, and one to replace the one I broke.
It's not silly to cry over it. The little details are what make our lives complete. :] I will also keep an eye out for pitchers like this...just for you!!
ReplyDeleteI broke my mother-in-laws favorite pitcher a few years ago! I didn't cry (shocker for me I know)- but I felt awful! I think I bought her a new one for Mother's Day... I'll be looking for another pitcher for you and Mom too!
ReplyDeleteWhitney - I LOVE your blog - you have such a fun style of writing. Keep it up - it's fun to see things from YOUR angle.
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