Come back, I miss you!

I’m easily frustrated, but also easily pleased. That last part makes my husband happy.  I’m one of those people that NEED everything in a set or the rest must go, or at least go into hiding until the missing piece resurfaces. I’m having issues with this at the moment. A cooking knife block set that I bought Christmas 2010 has been missing the utility knife for the last few months. The knife block sits right beside my kettle and as I’m a little addicted to coffee, I see this reminder of imperfection in my house many times a day.

Now if you saw my kitchen, you would realise that the missing knife is the least of the imperfections. The lino is so old it’s worn in places to floor boards. The previous owners weren’t the best of cooks and melted some of the paint on a wall cabinet and burnt the ceiling above the stove. When we had our new roof installed the tradesmen went through the ceiling, so we have an unpainted square patch on the ceiling. The kitchen is so small that we literally have to unpack the table and chairs for each meal and then pack them up again so we can walk through to the back door in between meals.  I could go on, but it’s too depressing to think about, which is why I just concentrate on the missing knife.

I really love the design of the knife block as it fits nicely on my itty bitty benchtop and am prepared to purchase a whole new one if need be. I’ve gone back to the shop where I purchased it, but of course they no longer stock them. I’ve looked on the net, but again no luck.

My husband likes that I’m fixated on the missing knife, as it stops me thinking of and designing a new kitchen which we really cannot afford, but after 10years of paying off and living in a house that always needed a new kitchen, a girl can dream.

My previous fixation was an attachment to my vacuum. All my attachments click into the back. After a car cleaning mission one weekend, this particular attachment went missing. Every time I used that damn appliance I was reminded of its imperfection. Over time I was convincing myself I needed a new vacuum.

Near on twelve months I missed that thing until recently when again my husband was cleaning out his work ute and low and behold, out pops my missing attachment. My life was complete for a moment……until I went to celebrate with a coffee and was reminded of that bloody utility knife!