I have a bit of a thing for kitchen implements.Nothing too serious,mind you,like acres of glinting hardware dangling around the kitchen or anything.But there is a certain satisfaction about having the right tool for the job.
I have 2 drawers full of bits and bobs,and love nothing better than ogling in places like King of Knives,or chef specialist shops.I wouldn't know what to do with half of it,but it is sooooo attractive.It's a bit like stationary.I used to have a fixation on that,but I seem to have transferred my affections.
My particular favourite things are serving spoons.I like to have enough.And in varied sizes.Lovely things,serving spoons.Quite comforting.
I just love it when G says "o,I need one of those thingamys for the whoseamajammit" and I can pull it out and wave it about like I've done it all my life and say "well,I just happen to have one of those" and he is all happy-like.
Ferret,a co-worker,just won a set of kitchen knives.Quite flash ones.
I'm positively seething.