The Mister and I haven’t been thrifting much in the last year, and shortly before leaving for Lake Tahoe I suddenly had the urge to see what we had been missing. Granted, at the time I was cleaning the kitchen and he was mowing the lawn. It’s possible we were just looking for something better to do. Either way, we went with the boys and had a great time. The boys walked away with two child-sized golf clubs (drivers) and I walked away with two bowls of Pyrex.
I’m not a Pyrex collector. If I see something in a size or color I like that happens to fill a void in my kitchen, I’ll take it. This means I leave plenty of Pyrex behind and am, for the most part, selective when I buy. I don’t think I need to explain why this bowl now belongs to me, but I would like someone to explain to me why anyone would get rid of something in such a cheery color.
This brown mixing bowl isn’t in my color of choice (most of the fun in buying Pyrex is the bright colors) but the size is perfect for baking two-layer cakes. Almost everything you see today in stores is Modern America BIG. Plates, place settings, glasses, bowls–it’s all scaled to feed giants, or at least people with giant appetites. Just two weeks ago, right before our thrifting adventure, in fact, I was baking up something in the kitchen, all the while scowling at my enormous, cumbersome mixing bowl and promising myself to buy something smaller soon. As luck would have it, Pyrex delivered. It’s not too big, not too small, and no spillage of flour and sugar when you stir by hand. It’s my new favorite bowl.
Today we spent no more than two hours at the beach because of blustery winds. While I was getting lunch, a big gust caught our beach umbrella at just the right angle and blew it 10 feet up and away, forcing my mom to jump out of her chair and chase it down like one of those characters in a silent movie. It was as funny as it sounds, and I can’t say I was disappointed to have my hands too full of hot dogs and french fries to help. Running in the sand is a pain.