To my sugar bowl:
Dainty, sweet, dimpled little sugar bowl
Gentle jay with downy feathers rests atop
Tiny, provence spoon brings sweet
Spreads a smile through my heart
While the sugar bowl was $18, which is more than I would normally wish to pay for this sort of thing, I had a gift card. And given the choice, I would buy it all over again. Because it makes me happy. In fact, it makes me happy in the morning, when I am rarely happy!
Someday, when I have a beautiful kitchen with plenty of light, open shelving and an apron-front sink (swoon) like this one:
I shall display my little sugar bowl front and center. (And hopefully find a way to hide the big, ugly keurig next to it. Love your coffee. Hate your look.)
And I shall love my little sugar bowl. Just like I love my bird tea-towel that was too expensive. And just like whatever I shall spend the rest of my gift card on (it takes me a reaallllly long time to spend gift cards).