It was a good toaster but too Darth Vader for me. It made me remember how, when I had my first apartment in New York City all those years ago, I put in a black and white checked kitchen floor and wanted eveything to be either black, white or red. I was young and I liked the clean geometry and sharp colors.
We kept looking and I fell in love with this little baby:
Not nearly as impressive but I thought I could face it every morning while I eased into my day. It looked like a cloud to me. I'm not a big fan of anthropomorphic toasters in general but this one also reminded me of the Pillsbury doughboy or a tooth. Mostly a big fluffy cumulus cloud though.
I'm not exactly sure what all this means about the march of time (didn't want to say "getting older") but I can see that I've exchanged some of my hard edges for less exact boundaries. It's all good; we change and evolve continuously.
And to show you I haven't completely lost my edge, check out the racy kettle I just bought:
This color is called "cerise" which means cherry and the whistle on this baby could stop traffic.
Have you treated yourself to something simple lately that makes you inordinately happy? If not, do!
(Sketches are all done in acrylic except the two kettles left and center--pencil and marker.)
