I had this longing for a butter dish. Well… when I did the Easter sideboard display I wanted a butter dish. Badly. I thought it’d look really nice with the fresh hot cross buns.
I didn’t have one. Obviously. Otherwise I’d have used it. So I looked around for a bit. Didn’t find any I liked. Not in my price range anyway. My price range is narrow…
Anyway, a post on Facebook reminded me that I desperately needed a butter dish in order for my life to make sense, so I started looking again. On ebay of course… I wanted vintage. And found this!
This is the butter dish of my dreams! I saw it and knew I wanted to hold it and love it and call it my very own!
When I saw it I thought the bottom was bakelite and I love bakelite. But its not. Its glass, and somehow that’s even better!
And I’m using way too many exclamation marks!!
How do you like my new butter dish? I love it. As you may have noticed. It’s the perfect colour for my kitchen too. It was made for me. It was fate. That’s why I couldn’t find the right one at Easter… cause I was meant to have this one.
To quote Garrison Keillor – “isn’t it nice when things just work?”