At the beautiful Bridal Shower that my sister hosted for me, my mother’s family got together and gave me the most wonderful gift of all: a KitchenAid Mixer.
It’s like a right of passage, a status symbol. Now I can officially be “a housewife.” And, I’m not gonna lie, this was probably the wedding gift I was most looking forward to. In fact, The Fiance and I don’t even have to get married now.
Just kidding, of course. I love him and I’m so excited to spend the rest of my life with him.
But back to the good stuff.
My Precious The Mixer is a beautiful cherry red color and the mixing bowls positively gleam in the florescent light of our apartment kitchen.
Unfortunately, in said apartment kitchen we have limited (read: “no”) counter space. I managed to solve that problem by erecting a shrine in the center of the living room dedicated solely to The KitchenAid. It has a spotlight and everything. In fact, The KitchenAid only leaves it’s place of honor when it’s time to go to bed.
I guess at first The Fiance thought it was strange that I was tucking The KitchenAid in to bed with us. But now it’s been a couple months, so I think he’s finally gotten used to the fact that I prefer cuddling the sleek curves of The KitchenAid.
I can tell that this is going to be one very happy, loving relationship that will last forever. Just me and my KitchenAid. Oh. And The Fiance, too, I guess.