It's the little things

I've been waiting nearly 10 years for some canisters. It seems like such a small thing, which is probably why it's taken this long. I mean, for such a small thing, canisters can be pretty pricey. They've been something on my list of "wants", but they've never quite achieved the much coveted "need-it-enough-to-buy-it" status. Recently, with money being somewhat less tight (by which I mean we actually have an in-come instead of solely an out-go) I have begun a canister hunt somewhat more earnestly. Still, nothing quite struck my fancy and so I waited.

D, actively aware of my quest, happened upon some at Costco yesterday and phoned me with the details. Sight unseen, I approved the purchase (the price was too good to pass up and we all know how things at Costco can disappear forever in a matter of moments). And so, tonight I am the proud owner of a shiny new canister set. (The photo doesn't do them justice--they have a clear glass lid so you can see through the tops and come with varying sized scoops.) I washed them tenderly and filled them lovingly and chose their spot earnestly. I view them every time I walk through my kitchen and it makes me smile inside. Chatterbox is pretty taken with them herself, perching on a stool and opening them, despite my instructions and threats. (resigned sigh) The fingerprints on the glass lids and rice scattered on the carpet beneath was inevitable, I guess.

I even got ride of the strawberry teapot that's been sitting on my stovetop all these years. (Many of my friends were thinking, "Finally!!" as they read that.)

I know that things are not too important, nor are they the path to happiness. But a few fun details really spice up life. Could I live without canisters? Of course--I have for so long. But I'm quite pleased with the purchase anyway. Even if the kids do make a mess of them.