THEY SAY THERE IS NO POINT in crying over spilt milk but how about spilled pickled beets? As I prepared dinner last night, I admit wanting to shed a tear or two when I lost my grip and caused blood-red beet juice to splatter all over the kitchen cupboards and floor. What a mess! Luckily, the glass jar didn’t break. However, now there is a gash in the linoleum to remind me that it is not always easy to wipe away evidence of a blunder or to let go. But lamenting past mistakes is pointless and chances are there will be no new beet puddles on the floor tonight as my husband and I plan on eating out.
Oh, on your beautiful white kitchen! Ouch. I think I would shed a tear of frustration. I'm forever dropping things because my hand will suddenly open, much to my dismay and consternation.
ReplyDeleteHowever, you have the right attitude about mourning past mistakes or, in this case, accidents.
Luv, K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
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I sympathize, Penelope, that's just the kind of thing I'm inclined to do...as Kay says, sometimes the hands just have a mind of their own! On the bright side, it's a pretty mess...quite artistic, actually...LOL.
ReplyDeleteHope you enjoyed going out to dinner...always a safer choice...:)
Lynette
Beets are one of the worst for staining - glad yours cleaned up okay.
ReplyDeleteOkay - deep red reaching out across your floor is not entirely a good thing, Penelope, but my goodness, it sure makes a lovely photograph. I'm glad it cleaned up okay, so that I don't have to feel guilty about enjoying its beauty:)
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