Some like it hot

Last weekend, I had to buy a wedding present for my old flatmate Kate who lives Down under.   I'll hold my hands up right now, sometimes I just buy off the gift list. After all, I almost always arrive at weddings by public transport or worst of all excuses..... don't have the time to pick one out. I realise I'm on shaky ground, as most of my friends are married friends will be reading this..... it doesn't mean I love you any less just because I didn't hand pick your pressie.  Actually, as a single person, I get quite jealous of the bounty Smug Marrieds receive. No full Le Creuset set or Global knives for me.  I just make do with hand me downs and fantasise about the day I will one day own a set of anything matching. Enough winging, picking out a thoughtful presents is something I enjoy very much.  So with 40mins on the parking metre last Easter Monday I dashed into Hungerford Antiques Arcade and settled on these; 1924 London Silver Pepper pots.

Small enough to not take up much room in my friend's luggage.  Beautiful but useful - my main criteria, not a dust gatherer likely to be shoved in the cupboard.  One to keep next to the stove for cooking, one for the table.   I'm sure back in 1924 they were fairly commonplace table top fare in middle class homes.  But they do look impossibly elegant compared to my own sad excuse for a plastic pepper grinder lurking in the spice rack.  And why ever not have something exquisite you can admire and use every day?  Proof that good design can make a difference to your life.  We'll just over look the fact that she'll have to fill them with ground pepper which seems a little "school dinners" in an age of "cracked" black pepper.  And if anyone really knows me or loves me, you can buy me a silver toast rack or a sugar shaker for my birthday coming up.....