She's winking at me. Every time I walk in the kitchen, the light hits just right and I swear, she winks. Beckoning me over, promising we'll have fun together. I think I'm falling in love.
I had ordered a new mixer using saved up Visa points. Our old KitchenAid had, after many years' long service, called it quits and so we decided to use points on a new one. I had gotten spoiled by the old mixer and wanted another KitchenAid but the $350 price tag was steep, so points it was.
But there was no white one available. Just - red. In my kitchen with its buttery yellow walls, grey-green cabinets, and wood floor. Oh well, I thought, I'll hide it in a cupboard so it won't clash.
Yesterday the box arrived, I opened it and - yes, really - I let out a long, slow 'oooohhhhh...'
Candy apple red. And the finish has an extra clear coat or something, because it has depth to it - like a car's metallic finish. Glass bowl. Silver attachments. All shiny and new.
Too pretty to hide. Too flirty not to accept the offer. It's hot.
Wonder what we'll make first?