|Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something black.|
On the left, I'd like to present the newest addition to our family, a filtered coffee maker. You can't tell from this photo but it is sleek, refined and commands attention like a new car. We're especially excited to go to sleep and wake up to freshly brewed coffee. Like it knows we need it.
Next to the coffee/defibrillator is an electric stove that arrived on our doorstep (used) 10 years ago. Missing knobs and discolored, it was taken into our home and given an extended life purpose of reheating leftovers and melting cheese (we pushed the limits roasting chestnuts–luckily the glass didn't break). We've been lucky with its longevity (they don't make'm like they used to): it would be very difficult to replace. If I had to pick between the two, I would choose the oven. Such a trooper!
Side-by-side on the shelf, these two 1980s gizmos remind me of toys I played with growing up. "Imagination," my parents said. So I'd pretended the phone was an iron and the iron was a car, until one day I drove it over my hand while it was still plugged it. It was a good distraction from the damage I did to the carpet.
As an adult, it's good to take time to see things from a different perspective. I don't need a treehouse. Today I look around me and see I'm living in a death star. How cool is that?