I think it’s fair to say that most of us are happier when things are cuter.
Puppies. Kittens. Baby Bunnies. Little kids when they’re not being annoying.
Admit it, all of these things make you happier than say…
Grass. Flashlights. Junk mail. Dirty dishes.
Right? I’m right, right?
So, in my opinion, it only makes sense that when there is an opportunity to make something that isn’t ordinarily cute even cuter, that opportunity should be taken.
Meet Pastasaurus and The Grumpy Egg Beater (who has justified reasons for his grumpiness, I mean, come on… you’re literally using him to beat his dead friends. It’s actually kind of morbid when you think about it, so I just try not to).
This brings me to this past weekend when Boyfriend and I were out lunching and wandering around on this quaint little Main Street strip of shops on a Sunday afternoon like we were in some sort of Audrey Hepburn romantic film in the sixties or something. We strolled into a kitchen shop and my eyes kind of glazed over because cooking is not really my thing, but it is Boyfriend’s thing, so I knew we couldn’t simply pass by without going in.
As he bounced around looking at really expensive knives I knew he would never let me touch and pans that I couldn’t understand why they cost over $100, I spotted it. The new object of my affection:
And he was only $4. How could I say no?
Me: I must have him.
Me: Come on, you know I can’t resist something this cute. GEB and The Pastasaurus need a new buddy.
Boyfriend: Fine. How about this: You can have your cute kitchen items and I’ll have my practical ones.
Me: What, they can’t be both?
And then I got this look that seemed to say “You don’t really expect me to use a pig-spatula with any sort of seriousness, do you?”
So I walked up to the register.
Me (slightly louder than necessary): I would like this Pigula please!
Cashier: Oh, aren’t these great?
Me: I mean, I can’t resist something this delightful.
Cashier: And you know what? They’re actually really great spatulas, too!
I’m going to put this one in the “Victories for Emelie” column.