The skull spoon is a vintage sterling or silver-plated tea or tablespoon transformed via Dremel tool, buffing wheel, jewelers rouge and imagination by artist Pinky Diablo (aka Tom Sale). To say I’m obsessed would be an understatement.
I’m lucky enough to have a dishwasher, but I’d gladly get out a sponge and lather up some Palmolive in order to use this bad boy. The A Tempo Dish Drainer is crafted from stainless steel wire and pure radness. {via bltd}
Designed by Mia Schmallenbach, the Deglon Meeting Knife Set comes with a paring knife, carving knife, 15cm utility knife, and a 20cm chef’s knife. All nested together in kitchen utility bliss.
White is my decorating weakness. I love it. Lately I’ve even been regretting having painted the walls in my house. This Mod Pomme Pot instantly caught my eye with it’s daring angles and little stem that’s actually the tiniest of serving spoons. {Check out this and a few other things I’m loving over at Shiny Squirrel.}
I’ve never owned a toaster oven. Hell, I’ve never even used a toaster oven. But this one makes me want to shuck my old ways and toast every meal. {via Design Milk}
When I was a kid spending summers at my grandparents, there was a retired school teacher who drove around every afternoon selling snow cones out of the back of his station wagon. I realize by today’s standards, this is quite creepy. His name was Mr. Bickerton and he’d taught both of my parents in high school. One snow cone cost 25 cents and you could get as many flavors on it as you wanted. I was partial to cherry and the best part was always the collected juice in the bottom of the paper cone. No more than 5 years old at the time, I thought that snow cones were actually called Mr. Bickertons. I’m sure making my own would do that magical man no justice, but I’d like to give it a go with this cute (and affordable) retro snow cone machine nonetheless. {via Pretty Little Things}
The perfect pedestal dish. When I wasn’t busy using Cookie Tray in the kitchen it would be taking up residence in my bathroom, housing my jewelry baubles. {via swissmiss}
PS: Thanks for bearing with me – and everyone else using Blogger – yesterday while it was down. Feels good to be back in action.
I’d love for my home to be filled with interesting things. Guests would inquire about them and I would explain how I found so and so in the back corner of a little flea market, and this and this in a moldy box in my grandmother’s basement. But they’d really all be pieces from Labour and Wait.