must… buy… cute bowls…

I would sooner buy a dish than a new scarf, or a hand-held, battery powered, cordless, triple speed, multi-attachment blender than say, new makeup or jewelry. My cash flies out of my pocket when I see glassware that I must have, but I can walk right past clothing stores and perfumeries. Good wine or a manicure? Time and again: an upgrade on a bottle of wine.

But seriously. We all have our weaknesses, the things we save for—or fail to save because of.

Mine is kitchen accessories. In fact, it might be best if I don’t go into that ceramic shop… though you never can browse too many of them. After all, a girl can never have too many small, olive-pit or salt holding bowls… right? And really, since I am living in Tuscany, I should come back with some tokens of my stay here; and ceramics are classic.

I don’t actually want my kitchen bursting with Italian ceramics; I know myself—I would tire of them and need new white square plates or boutique teaspoons or something vintage from Anthropologie. Can you believe that price on that gorgeous apron? I would have to buy that new set of bowls to match the new paint I just put on my kitchen walls. But I do need would like some. So I made the executive decision (not a problem, since I am the owner/chairwoman and sole member of the executive board of kitchen accouterments) ahem, to buy a few pieces.

I bought a sangria pitcher or three, 3-4 tiny little creamers and now I am buying ‘just a few’ small, olive oil dipping bowls. They are inexpensive and everywhere. So if one catches my eye on a random tour of a tiny hilltop city: I will buy it. And 3 euros later I have a big smile and a warm heart. It really doesn’t take much, does it? I mean, really.