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Showing posts with label kitchen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kitchen. Show all posts

Monday

Where are the connection points to a dishwasher?

Plumbing is becoming my worst nightmare.  The plumber we were using either retired or has too much to do to call me back. Actually he never calls back, just shows up at my door a day or so after I leave a message and fixed the latest problem. This time he didn't call or come by so I found a handyman that is a whiz at plumbing to replace the crumbling pipes under the bathroom sink and to install a new kitchen faucet. I was thrilled to get all that done for a very reasonable price. Then the ancient dishwasher stopped working. That lead to pulling it out and discovering a disaster in plumbing and electrical issues hidden behind it.

vintage kitchen faucet

Friday

Mashers

I was slow to be inspired for today's Fat Mum Slim's photo a day challenge.  The challenge was kitchen.  My kitchen itself is nothing special being a tract home where almost every other house is the same.  I thought about it all day, when suddenly my favorite collections caught my eye.  The potato mashers.  For such a simple tool they are lovely works of art used in almost every kitchen. 

I like the wide variety of potato mashers around.  I like the different patterns in the wire and shapes of handles.  I have some favorites though.  The ones that came from the kitchens of people special to me.  They stand together displayed in a special spot in my kitchen. My mom's with all the paint worn off and her name written on it herself.  Her mother's that I watched as she made creamy mashed potatoes.  The one with a warped handle that I took from my uncle Lynn's few days after he passed away.  My Aunt June's, she brought it to me one Christmas because she knew I was collecting them.  Several elaborately twisted wire ones and an all metal one that hubs found at antique stores and bought for me.  I love them all.  When I hold the tools of the people I knew and even the people I didn't know in my hand, I feel a strange closeness to them.  Their aura lingers and I marvel at the meals they must have prepared with these tools.