The Thrill of Victory
I was so thrilled to have found this beautiful copper tea kettle. Somehow, my tea just tasted better when steeped in boiling hot water from this kettle.
The Agony of Defeat
Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I sat down to blog and thought, "I could use a cup of tea" and put the kettle on to boil. Came back to the computer and became immersed in all things Jonathan Edwards. How much time went by? I couldn't say, but I did hear a strange popping sound followed by a hot smell.
This is what happens when an antique copper tea kettle is boiled dry.
I am definitely a cotton headed ninny muggins.
posted by Kim from Hiraeth at 8:40 AM
9 Comments:
You have such a lovely, clean, pretty house :o)
Oh, what a nice thing to say. I fear I must disabuse you of such a lovely thought, though.
I once had a dust bunny so big under my table that my little hunting dog, Ivy, "pointed" at it. Apparently she thought it was some kind of birdy quarry.
Right now I am sitting here at the computer instead of going downstairs to the basement to face the evil mountain of laundry.
I'm also avoiding the litter box.
Confession is good for the soul. I'm off to make amends. . .
Oh, I did that with a copper tea pot once, too. I was so sad, because it was a gift from someone.
I like that phrase "cotton headed ninny muggins." Gotta remember that one.
That phrase came from the movie, "Elf." It came to mind because we watched it a few night ago.
Have you seen it? It is one of my favorite Christmas movies. If you haven't seen it, sometime between now and Christmas you should try to rent it. Your kids will love it!
Thanks for the hug, Tulip Girl. I think I need to hide the teapot until I can figure out how to get it fixed. It is sitting on my counter, mocking me. . .
I know your husband and he is very understanding! And I bet he hasn't gone hungry yet!
As for the good spiritual application, I have already thought of one:
"Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, 20 but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."
For some reason, I tend to fall in love with tea pots and make them treasures. I think it started when both my grandma and Tom's grandma gave me one of their tea pots. I have lost both of them to "cat accidents" over the years--Tom's grandma's was totally destroyed by George hopping up onto the shelf in our house in Brunswick and the lid to my Grandma's was cracked it two by Buster when we lived in the little apartment in Medina before we finished our move up here.
I cried both times. This time I didn't cry, I got mad, I guess because I couldn't blame it on anyone but my own self.
Ann Marie and I found that copper kettle while we were antiquing here in town, so it was special to me because it always made me think of her visit.
I think the tea pots are really "place holders" for the memories I have of people. . .
Well, that's enough internet self analysis for today, folks.
Oh! Big bummer on the teakettle!
Oh Kim, I am sorry.
While we were shopping, you were so excited to find the teapot. It was a perfect addition to your home...
You warmed my heart today just to know that you enjoyed using the teapot, and thought of me. (FYI- I am reminded of you with the colorful fall leaves, mugs of coffee, and quilting, of course!)
Just imagine if all our treasures were only on this earth; this beautiful teapot would be a perfect visual reminder of the reason we store our treasures in heaven.
Can't resist......
DO NOT LEAVE THE KITCHEN IF USING A FRYING PAN AND COOKING OIL!!!!
Grins, Ann-Marie
Too funny! (See, she knows me. . .)So far I haven't done anything like that--a burned grilled cheese here or there maybe.
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