Now, don't worry. I'm no klepto. But sometimes, especially when I see something unloved and unappreciated just sitting around, I want to grab it. To give it a good home. A place where it would be loved.
This wouldn't be such a strange impulse if I was talking about, say, puppies or something. But I'm not talking about puppies. I'm talking about housewares. Furniture. You know, inanimate objects that are indifferent (as far as I know) to being loved or not.
Here's the thing: right now, at this very minute, there is something in my office that I want to steal. (I work at as a writer/editor at a cool graphic design and marketing communications firm in Toronto.) The item appeared, mysteriously, sometime over Victoria Day weekend. It's sitting right now in our shared kitchenette, sadly abandoned on the stove top. And I want it. Oh, how I want it.
It's a vintage Cathrineholm enamelware bowl (Scandanavian, from Norway to be exact) in an olive green lotus patten. And it looks very unloved indeed. (Well, not really, but I have to justify myself somehow, don't I?)
Am I actually going to steal it?
Just kidding. No, of course not. I may ask my boss about it, though. Who knows, maybe she'll just give it to me. Maybe.
A girl can dream, right?