Crafts, content strategy, flatware, and dogs. Not necessarily in that order.
I went to Tillicum Village on Blake Island with my coworkers for our summer team event today, but the gift shop didn’t have a single souvenir spoon. My coworker, saddened by my plight, offered up this basic piece of dining room flatware as a stand-in.
Margie, my sweet, Italian mother-in-law, procured this spoon for me today from the food court at Uwajimaya and insisted I post it.
This plastic spoon is MIB (mint in bag). The small-to-medium bowl is suitable for soups or broths, and I’ve heard it’s also a nice choice for fried rice.
Margie: “I felt that you needed a spoon that the general public could associate with. Something not so elitist. You do not have to travel far from home to obtain this spoon, as it is locally sourced.”
Me: “Are you saying my spoons are elitest?”
Margie: “Yeah.”
Today’s spoon is a souvenir of Queen Elizabeth’s Silver Jubilee in 1977.
My mother-in-law, Margie, picked this spoon, and dictated the post to me as follows:
“Oh! The Coronation! We had to watch this on TV, and it was in black and white on a 6 inch screen, I think—When did TV come out?—and there was a magnifying glass on it so you could see better. And if your TV didn’t work you had to go down to the TV store and get a tube and then you’d replace the tube. But to get back to the spoon, it was really amazing to watch her and her gown was beautiful and her frickin robe with all the crap was amazing and I probably just wanted to be outside playing. Anyway, she should step down, she’s old. But I guess if Charles was my son I wouldn’t want him ruling either.”