I’ve never measured up to an average height for a female, nor do my feet measure up an average width for a shoe. I’m a little on the short and narrow side of each.
My Barn Sale sister-in-law doesn’t measure up, either. She doesn’t measure up to me at all. She’s much taller and, well, her feet are l o n g e r. (Look here, her boots prove it.) But she also doesn’t measure up in the kitchen.
I caught her a few weeks ago. I was watching her bake something and wanted to learn how to make it myself. But she doesn’t measure up. Meaning, she doesn’t measure! Meaning my kind of measuring, you know, with spoons and cups and bowls. No, no. This girl just cups her hand and scoops and brushes it out in the bowl. Doesn’t see if the liquid is on the line, she just pours. Unbelievable.
Why did I give her these cute measuring cups from Pier One this year? Yes, I thought they would be adorable in her country kitchen, but I expected them to be used for measuring, not decoration! I use mine all the time. And they make me smile. I image myself cooking like my sister-in-law in the kitchen when I use my cute measuring cups . . . except that she doesn’t measure!Look what fun she’s missing out on! I saw these cups here and just fell in love with them. Wouldn’t it be fun to measure everything with a heart? (that is, IF you were a measurer!)
These beautiful measuring cups below are from Anthropologie's kitchen collection.
Makes me want to make something spicy! Salsa, guacamole anyone?
Well, you heard it here first. Suzanne doesn’t measure up. Not much at all.
But look what she creates without measuring . . .
Am I the only one who measures up?
Tracy
(go see Suzanne's design site if you want to see more unmeasured masterpieces!)
