Yesterday I bought a kitchen cart at Target. Correction: I bought a box containing parts that theoretically become a kitchen cart. I was seduced by the towel bar, the stainless silver drawer pulls, the selection of drawers and shelves. And being seduced, I convinced myself that I would be able to assemble the cart. Myself.
I have little interest in any televised sport.
Which brings me to Lance Armstrong.
I forgot that I have no mechanical ability whatsoever. Until about 45 minutes into the project, when I put the wrong screw into the towel bar, and couldn’t get it out.
I stared at the screws and the bolts and the panels and the directions with no words, only pictures of teeny tiny screws that all looked the same, and I realized there was not a snowball’s chance in hell that I would get these pieces to turn themsleves into a kitchen cart. So I decided I would return said item and shop for an already-constructed used kitchen cart on Craigslist.
But first, I needed to douse my frustration with some ice cream. Topped by Trader Joe’s Fleur de Sel Caramel Sauce. My new favorite best thing ever.
By the way, if anyone has a 2′ by 3′ kitchen cart they’d like to unload, please let me know.
Today I’m thankful for Trader Joe’s Fleur de Sel Caramel Sauce.