things I can’t part with even though it’s probably bad feng shui, part 1
This is an object I loved. I used it several times a week for many years. It’s a bit of moulded plastic but never was there a more noble, hard-working spatula. When it broke, I Could Not put it in the bin. Not my sturdy companion of many a cake. Not my waste-not, want-not right-angled scraper of every batch of anything I ever food-processed. Not my flexible, fast-draw emptier of any jar or container. I keep the pieces in the back of a drawer. A couple of putative replacements have been dismal failures. Soppy silicon. Imprecisely angled corners. Joins. Sigh.
In ‘The Pursuit of Love’ Nancy Mitford’s characters Bob and Louise tease younger sister Linda by reciting,”‘A little houseless match, it has no roof, no thatch./ It lies alone, it makes no moan, that little houseless match.’ When Aunt Sadie was not around the children would chant this in gloomy chorus. In certain moods one had only to glance at a match-box to dissolve poor Linda…” Have you been know to have tender feelings for household objects?