I have measured out my life in coffee pots

[shewhomust]

Is it possible that I have not written before about the unbreakable coffee pot? Surely not; but I can find no trace of it.

Briefly, then, since I'm sure I've said this before, after the month of three coffee pots, I promised myself that I would not pass by a coffee pot in a charity shop. It might not be the precise design I was looking for, I might not even be looking at this precise moment, but if I saw a pot which would take my filter, at a charity shop price, I would buy it. It wouldn't hurt to have a spare.

Events, naturally, called my bluff. The next coffee pot I saw (in the PDSA shop - I think - in Berwick) was classic in shape, but not in materials: heavy ceramic with a shiny royal blue glaze and a bright red handle. Nonetheless, I'd promised myself, so I bought it, thinking "At least I'm not going to chip the neck of that!" And I stashed it at the back of the shelf, until I broke another pot, and we've been using it ever since. It isn't perfect - the thick pottery soaks most of the heat from the coffee, and I find it unexpectedly difficult to tell whether I have poured enough water through the filter (not being able to see through the pot). But it's OK, and at least it's unbreakable, right?

I've broken it, of course. I've pulled the handle off.

To be precise, the screw which holds the handle on the metal band round the neck has sheared. It may be possible to replace it, but I'm not optimistic. For the time being, I'm pouring coffee by using a cloth to hold the pot firmly round the next, but it's clumsy and awkward. So it's back to the hunt. Sigh...

Comments

[karinmollberg.livejournal.com]

Your approach to coffee pots is admirable and I do remember previous posts on pots and pans and how great a crockery smasher you are. Seems, I have a similar attitude to furniture, I am just plain not friends with it or maybe the other way around. A not ideal situation for a want-to-be interior decorator perhaps but one must not let oneself be put down by trifles and obstacles. Furniture does not approve of me and my habits, especially when having enjoyed wine and I never know when or how they do it, but find my limbs bruised at the most improbable places. It is good I can´t be accused of domestic violence myself. I blame it on lack of communication with Things. The Thing of The Addams Family at least supplied excellent service but here there is always something or other lying on my bed already when I want a rest. The same goes for chairs and fauteuils. Mostly clothes.
But my crockery lives forever! Unless...it´s a wine glass. I have a russian attitude to those, similar to your Pot Theory.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Well, wine glasses, obviously: we use them, we break them. Sometimes we use them, we wash them, we break them, but it's all the same in the end.

Furniture lasts well here; so well that I'm always surprised when something does, eventually, break. I think that your approach is right for a want-to-be interior decorator, though - full of opportunities to find new things!