I have a fixation I didn’t even know about. It started with this teapot.
Seriously, how excellent is this? It’s an elephant teapot. I didn’t really need it. Even when I drink tea, I almost never use a teapot. But when I saw it in the store, I loved it.
I was responsible. I didn’t buy it. But I kept thinking about it. Which of course meant I needed to go back and buy it. So I did.
Then, on my quest for a vintage snail planter I once saw on Etsy (what, I didn’t tell you about my quest? I’ll save that for another post.), Ebay told me I needed this:
That, my friends, is a gravy frog. And I needed it. Again, my cooking doesn’t involve a lot of gravy, or any separately served sauces, really. But how could I possibly go on without a froggy gravy boat? So I bought it.
When I went to take a picture of the frog to show my excellent Ebay find, I remembered the elephant teapot. And that is how I figured out I have some sort of weird animal serveware fixation. I don’t seek it out. These things find me. What comes after an elephant teapot and a gravy frog?
I can’t even imagine.
