No, not Hollyoaks (although, that Freddie in it's pretty damn fine), nor is it random programmes from my youth. Its not even being a smart arse.
Its stuff for my kitchen.
I love it.
There is a shop in Marlow town centre, and to be honest I often suggest to Elder that we could go to Marlow, just so I can stare into its massive window display of Kitchenaid mixers in all sorts of colours, and the funky designs of its aprons. I have to suggest to him that he can recapture his youth by eating in the only Wimpey in existence in Berkshire as a way of going to my happy place of that shop window, kind of like Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffanys but with egg timers.
I can even feed my addiction whilst doing my volunteering bit at the Shop. Down to many of our donations coming from old people, we get all manner of retro cake tins, pie tins and jugs through the doors. I must have three sets of measuring spoons now of various vintage.
When I go to buy another set, I have to justify that one set is in American cups, rather than our tea spoons. Although that does come in handy for my other addiction of searching cooking sites online for recipe and kitchenalia kitsch as I can use the American recipes with ease.
In the same way some women convert shoes, I covert vintage placemats. I would literally kill for a old school Kenwood Chef with attachments.
|What's not to love?|
I feel its time to talk about my problem, only to gain help for others going through the same kitchen related nightmares. Maybe with you, reader, its tea towels (my Gran is a secret addict, she has two on the wall in her kitchen, and drawers full of them, from Australia and beyond). Or Cath Kidson Pinnies (actually I want one of those too). Perhaps its the humble spatula that gets you all dizzy with want?
Sod 50 Shades of Grey, I was like a kid in a sweet shop when Cargo opened a massive store in Maidenhead this week. So many gadgets. So many different colours.
This week, I became the proud owner of a set of 6 mini loaf tins, 1 small cake tin and a muffin tin, as well as a flat tray for yummy caramel shortbread, and a piping bag.
My lovely vintage hoarding mate J even gave me a gorgeous set of Martini glasses- they are now on display in my kitchen next to my massive wine glasses. That'll be next now- glasses. I already have three cocktail shakers.
What's your guilty pleasure? Maybe you're more of a candle fan?
Let me know :)