One of the best things I acquired as a result of shacking up with Ross way back when, was this awesome mixer.
This mixer is pretty amazing, really. I had my own when Ross and I moved in, and I was fairly defensive of its modern design and obvious superiority. But I quickly realized that actually, this oldie really was a goodie, and my hand mixer was quickly donated to the Sally Ann.
I pulled out the old mixer the other day to whip up a batch of my Favourite Cookiesâ„¢ and was charmed by its pastel pink and turquoise look, and the light in our kitchen is trÃ©s fantastique, if you know what I’m saying.
It got me thinking that modern doesn’t necessarily mean better and sometimes the old is just as good as the new. There are a few other things in my life that I think they just don’t make like they used to:
(Story about that table – Ross got it at an estate sale in Queens Park when he was first living in New West. We think it was an old cupboard door. It has cast iron legs. It is only about 13″ wide and about 4″ long and we have never been able to find anything we like more. I suspect we will have this table forever. )
What are your favourite old things? Share pictures!