I love that cutting board. It’s big, and it’s pretty.
I bought it in the gift shop of an art museum in Houston. I picked out four, choosing according to the kitchen colors of my mother, my mother-in-law, and my sisters-in-law.
I didn’t choose one for myself.
I stood there a long time, trying to decide if I should. I loved them so much, but for some reason I chose to not get one for my own kitchen. I gifted them at Christmas and felt a little jealous.
But sometimes it’s okay to not get one for myself. After all, my mother-in-law never used hers, and I grabbed it when she was having a garage sale years later.
So I did get one after all! And one with blue, just like my kitchen!!
Oh. You thought this was a post about how it’s okay to not get one because you don’t need more material possessions. I suppose that would have been much more effective and proper.
No. It’s just about how happy I am that I finally DID get one!!