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desperanceWhat I want: a Wesco Grandy bread box.
What I'd settle for: a King Arthur Flour bread box,*
What I actually end up with:
I tell myself it's just a temporary expedient, and I'm only trying it out to see if it works, if it keeps the bread fresh and mould-free. Why, it's practically for science! [And yes, of course it's too big. This is because I have no competent sense of volume.]
This is a discernible pattern, though; that having established a need for something, I want the very best, I argue myself down to what's mid-range and maybe affordable, and then I come home with a cheap substitute. Damn, but I hate reality. This is why I always dreamed of being rich and famous. The famous is just for validation, to make my life's work seem worthwhile; the rich is because I like stuff, I love quality and I enjoy spending money.
So I should probably buckle down and make that happen, huh? Also, it has sometimes been the custom of my people - well, the custom of me - that I buy myself a present when I sell a book. I should maybe make a wishlist of these extravagant desires that I nurture in a kind of hopeless adoration like unrequited loves (in case you didn't bother to chase it down, the thing about Wesco Grandy breadbins is that they're imported from Europe, they're steel-made and they're priced in three figures) and pick a treat next time my ship comes in. Earned treats, deserved treats probably carry more weight...
*Incidentally, does anybody know why a baking-supply company called itself King Arthur? Legendarily it was King Alfred who burnt the cakes, so it can't be that...
What I'd settle for: a King Arthur Flour bread box,*
What I actually end up with:
I tell myself it's just a temporary expedient, and I'm only trying it out to see if it works, if it keeps the bread fresh and mould-free. Why, it's practically for science! [And yes, of course it's too big. This is because I have no competent sense of volume.]
This is a discernible pattern, though; that having established a need for something, I want the very best, I argue myself down to what's mid-range and maybe affordable, and then I come home with a cheap substitute. Damn, but I hate reality. This is why I always dreamed of being rich and famous. The famous is just for validation, to make my life's work seem worthwhile; the rich is because I like stuff, I love quality and I enjoy spending money.
So I should probably buckle down and make that happen, huh? Also, it has sometimes been the custom of my people - well, the custom of me - that I buy myself a present when I sell a book. I should maybe make a wishlist of these extravagant desires that I nurture in a kind of hopeless adoration like unrequited loves (in case you didn't bother to chase it down, the thing about Wesco Grandy breadbins is that they're imported from Europe, they're steel-made and they're priced in three figures) and pick a treat next time my ship comes in. Earned treats, deserved treats probably carry more weight...
*Incidentally, does anybody know why a baking-supply company called itself King Arthur? Legendarily it was King Alfred who burnt the cakes, so it can't be that...
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Date: 2014-01-27 12:06 am (UTC)I suspect the name was chosen (at the end of the eighteenth century) to connote strength, high standards of quality and ethics, and purity.
ETA: given your situation with the breadbins, setting up an alert on eBay might be useful.
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Date: 2014-01-27 12:16 am (UTC)Something in me wants to assert - in my finest English accent - that the choice of name is impertinent; but I'd never get away with it. Everybody knows that I hold no brief for the Arthurian canon.
At the moment eBay seems to hold only retailers selling new for $150 and up; but yup, I'll keep an eye on it.
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Date: 2014-01-27 12:20 am (UTC)Another good alternative with a lot of charm would be an old tin pie safe. They hold quite a lot and some can even be wall-mounted.