Let’s play that old game, per our kindergarten “work sheets” where there were a bunch of pictures and one of them didn’t belong. Just study the above and subsequent photos and see if you can detect the “Stranger in Paradise”.
If you guessed that the last photo is the odd one, you are right. In the other photos, Vintage Rules—and in the one just above, well I guess you could say the bluish tin and silver plated spoons in a pattern glass spooner are sort of vintage-y, but the dominating Keurig Brewer accompanied by an assortment of one-serving beverages is definitely state of the art: “kind of now, kind of wow”.
Normally “kind of now, kind of wow” need not apply for a place my kitchen where I do somersaults and spit wooden nickels trying to hide electric cords—while housing the necessary modern cooking accoutrements in rusty, chipped, worn out treasures. Any left over space is committed to the display of “kind of then, kind of when” items—possibly useless to you, but intrinsically precious to me simply because of their anachronistic, aesthetic attributes. (A mouthful; don’t bother trying to say it.)
Meanwhile, enter Christmas Day and our afternoon of family gift sharing. Knowing my decorating propensities, one of our sweet sons and his beautiful wife took a huge chance when they purchased the Keurig for Joe and me. Realizing that I might not even be able to squeeze the gift into our compact, efficient condo kitchen—let alone be willing to live with the trendiness of a Keurig Brewer—our son volunteered as I opened their gift: “If you can’t use it, just give it to one of the grandchildren.”
Hmmmmmmm! I was pretty certain that the thing would: 1) not fit physically and 2) not fit mentally/emotionally/ stylistically or however you want to say it. But it was a GIFT! Yes, we would have to clear off a slot, relegate some vintage stuff to our storage closet, and give the Keurig a try before passing it on.
Haaaa! Within minutes (as soon as I figured out the operational steps from the manual) we were HOOKED! This baby is not going anywhere! I could bore you to distraction, singing the praises of our fabulous cups—a cuppa Jo, a cuppa tea, a cuppa cocoa depending on the mood of the moment. And a moment is all it takes to have that steaming cup in hand!
By now, the giver of this treasure may be a bit weary of me calling him and raving over the phone about our new kitchen “friend”. But I’ll say it one more time. “Thank you, Eric and Cheri!”
Margaret L. Been, January 2014