My Kitchen-Aid mixer came.
I can only compare this to a religious experience. One minute, it's a normal day, like any other, and then Revelation, in smooth white metal and seamlessly elegant design, with three attachments and a spatula meant for a better person than me. I reverently removed it from the box to gaze upon it's shiny, shiny exterior, imagining all the things I will be making with it. If I can ever bear to dirty its smooth shininess. Which may not happen. Cause wow.
*Shiny*.
I'll be over here, with my mixer. And my future cookies. And the hopes of a new generation. Religion. Something.
Did I mention the *shiny*?
I can only compare this to a religious experience. One minute, it's a normal day, like any other, and then Revelation, in smooth white metal and seamlessly elegant design, with three attachments and a spatula meant for a better person than me. I reverently removed it from the box to gaze upon it's shiny, shiny exterior, imagining all the things I will be making with it. If I can ever bear to dirty its smooth shininess. Which may not happen. Cause wow.
*Shiny*.
I'll be over here, with my mixer. And my future cookies. And the hopes of a new generation. Religion. Something.
Did I mention the *shiny*?