Sugar Sugar

So today I finally ticked off one of those really annoying fixit things from my to-do list. 

You know the ones.  Those little fixit jobs that you know will only take about ten minutes, a little superglue and a pair of steady hands to fix, but you put off. And off.  And off.  Until you wind up shoving the broken item away in a drawer/box/cupboard, only to be discovered years later when you're moving house.  At which point you throw said item in a box with a mental note to "fix that when I'm in the new house".  Except you don't.  You get to the new house, unpack the box and shove the broken item in another drawer (which you know you'll hardly ever open) with another mental note to "fix it later".

Well today... TODAY was later.

To be fair, I did open the drawer and discover the broken item wrapped in butchers paper about three days ago and sat it out on the kitchen bench; to remind myself to fix it.

Then yesterday I got the superglue out of the toolbox in the utility cupboard and sat that on the kitchen bench next to the broken item; to remind myself to fix it.

So essentially, "today" is actually three days in the making.  Well, three days and more years than I care to remember.

But what the heck.  Tonight, I fixed the item that's been broken for (I'm guessing) about eleven years.  

I'm giving myself a huge high five.  

Yep.  A HUGE high five.  

For FIXING THE LID TO THE SUGAR BOWL.

Eleven years and I finally have a sugar bowl with a lid again.  Sure, I could've binned the whole thing when it was smashed by an old flatmate (who was, bless her, rather on the clumsy side) and bought a new one.  Most normal people would have done that.*

It's the lid for a sugar bowl.  

It's not Wedgwood or Spode or any other brand of fine bone china you'd be thrilled to discover was worth a gazillion if you took it to those lovely chaps at the Antiques Roadshow.  It's just a regular sky blue china lid for a regular sky blue china sugar bowl.  

BUT... it was my grandmother's sugar bowl.  Every time I make a cup of tea I'm reminded of her and it makes me smile.  Grandma Nell was the sweetest, gentlest person I've ever known. I spent every summer with her as a kid and never, ever heard her raise her voice at anyone.  She also made an awesome cup of tea and the best scones this side of Cornwall.

I think she'd be pretty happy I refused to throw her old sugar bowl out.  Pretty ticked off it took me eleven-ish years to fix it, yes.  But pretty happy nonetheless.  

(Even if it is a bit of a botch job due to a few slivers going missing, so it doesn't quite fit together properly.  But then no one's perfect. Not even the lid for a sugar bowl.)

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* And let's face it. Normal is not a word you'd ever associate with me.