Okay, friends. I have a bit of a confession to make. I’ve talked about it on here before so I guess it’s not really much of secret. BUT, I think it’s an issue I need to address. Not for you, for me. As part of my recovery process. So here goes nothing.
I’m a kitchen gadget/item hoarder. Go ahead and sign me up for the TV show. Heck, maybe that would fund my obsession and help me buy more. Sounds like a win-win to me.
So here’s the story of the not-so-recovering addict. It all started at the ripe ole’ age of 8, 9, or 10. I don’t recall exactly. In the beginning, this addiction was quite harmless. In fact, it was more of a look-but-not-buy type of obsession. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re ten and don’t yet have a credit card. The late night infomercials is where it all begin. The magic bullet one? Omgeez. I could have probably recited that thing to you by the age of 10. As a matter of fact, I might as well quit my day job and become a Magic Bullet representative. I pretty much know everything about it. We won’t go into the details about how that thing actually worked out for me.
Fast forward to many moons ago at the age of twelve. When most little girls wanted new clothes, password diaries, or makeup kits…I wanted silicone bakeware. Yup, those flexible baking pans that were supposed to bake things in half the time. Easy to clean. My life’s every wish. It was seriously the only thing I wanted for Christmas that year. I cried tears of joy (exaggeration) after opening that gift and lived happily ever after. Until I realized that I couldn’t remove them from the oven without them smashing to the ground. They were the floppiest floppy could be. I should have known. And to the cabinet they went, never to see daylight again. Sad, I know.
drug gadget of choice was blenders. Yes, I said it. Blenders. Now I’m starting to sound like I need to go on that Strange Addiction show. It’s not like that. I just really wanted a powerful blender. Haha (Wow, I sound so ridiculous right now. I know.) Anyways, over a 2-3 month span I managed to burn out 3 blenders. I like to think they were just flawed, but the more I think about it, I’m thinking that they were just all too weak for me. One thing you need to know about me is that I don’t like chunks of ice in my concoctions. So what do I do? I blend them to the ice is gone, even if it takes muchos minutos. Needless to say, I would start to smell them burning up and them BAM. They were out for good. So it’s safe to say that me and those blenders were not friends. Maybe if those blenders would have manned up, I wouldn’t have so many problems. But back to the store they went. Fail number three.
Now, at this point in my childhood one would guess that I would give up, crawl in a corner, and cry myself to sleep every night. And after all of these kitchen failures, that actually sounds pretty tempting. But fast forward about ten years and my latest credit card bill will tell you that I have not given up this obsession. Do NOT let me into a kitchen supply store. I repeat. Lock this girl up. Today, while shopping for work clothes at the mall, I wandered into the Kitchen Store. Mistake numbero uno. And everything went down hill from there.
Okay, so that’s how the story goes. I left out a few other experiences for now or else this post would be twice as long as it is. And I’m probably boring you already. But have no fear. You’ll be seeing more of my hoarding purchases in a little while, but for now I’ll leave you with a free printable to commemorate my addiction. It’s a free printable I whipped up (haha…no pun intended) that you can download, print, and frame!