this (she says, stating the obvious)
is a Pyrex bowl.
It was bought in 1961 and snuck its way into my
cupboard when we were clearing my mum-in-law's house
after she died.
I have a bit of a thing going for old Pyrex so
can't think of a nicer way to keep dear Bet
in my thoughts than with an everyday family object
that she used and used and used some more.
Mark says he remembers her stirring custard in it
when he was a child, and making jellies,
and beating eggs
and doing all the things you do. . .
with a Pyrex bowl.
I love the scuffs, the fact that its been so well used
its no longer clear.
I love the heavy weight and the beehive ribs
and its the first bowl I select from my
rather large stash of bowls
(bowl lurve is story to be told another day. . .)
when there's bowl stuff to be done.
Wandering around the early morning bootsale this week
I found three "as new" old Pyrex bowls.
Cleaner, fresher versions of my favourite,
they just HAD to be bought!
this girl can never have enough bowls
I washed them
and dried them
and stacked them
and wiggled them about (as you do)
wondering what might have happened to the fourth bowl
which completed the set?
And then it dawned on me!