I Confess ... I Have a Measuring Spoon Addiction

A small glimpse ...

I've been organizing my kitchen drawers and cabinets on and off for the last couple of weeks. Testing what works and what doesn't. What I found (and already knew) is that I have an addiction to buying measuring spoons. I am always on the hunt for cute, sexy, stream-lined, modern, vintage, unusual measuring spoons. They just have to have that certain "je ne sais quoi" that literally sets them apart from the rest of the other measuring spoons and talks to me.

When I was in San Francisco this past fall, in the Chinatown district, I visited a few kitchen stores (no surprise there, right?). I was searching for a little something-something to take home. As I turned to leave the store, the Hub just slightly growing impatient, my eyes fell upon this adorable set of measuring spoons. It only had three spoons to the set but in my eyes it was instant infatuation! And that set was talking to me, man was it talking me! I know what you are thinking, what could possibly make a set of measuring spoons "adorable" and cause a perfectly "normal" person to become "infatuated" with this typically utilitarian object? They were in the shape of conical, miniature ladles. How unusual and different is that? I'd never seen a set quite like these. And to make matters more enticing, they were cheap ($2.95) and they were the last set! Did I buy them? Oh you bet I did!


There are worse things to be obsessed over. Instead of bringing home some hokey San Francisco, touristy bric-a-brac, that would sit in some drawer for all eternity. I brought home something that I'll use and that will remind me of a wonderful vacation in a spectacular city.

Others sets in my collection include, the first set I bought when I got married, a set that has owls (another big obsession) carved into the handle and given to me by my niece, the sexy  red Nigella Lawson set my daughter gave me this past Christmas, a cute ceramic set I found just casually lingering on a shelf at a Marshalls when I was out on a shopping trip with my daughter. What I'm saying is that, yes, I have a bunch of them but they are all connected to someone or an experience that means so much to me. That brings a smile to my face when I see or use them. My kitchen and the gadgets in it are an extension of me , the people I love and experiences I have lived through.  In the end, as cliché, as it may sound, not only are my kitchen and my gadgets the heart of my home, they are in many way my heart.

So, what's your kitchen gadget obsession?