Monday, March 28, 2011
Someone commented that I have a compulsion with tins (in a good way, I hasten to add) so I feel I must also admit to another: boxes. I use them to organise all the bigger bits and pieces that don't fit into tins.
The three I couldn't live without are, firstly, the two that soak up all the plastic kitchen containers that used drive me nuts floating around a cupboard. I was like a dog digging for a bone sometimes trying to find the lid to its matching container. Now I pull the box down to the benchtop and dig away on a much smaller and much less irritating scale.
Ramekins were other items that refused to behave as they wouldn't stack without toppling over at the very softest of nudges or they'd take up an enormous amount of room lined up on a shelf. A third Ikea box contained their attitude in the naughty corner of a kitchen cupboard and we all get along fine now.