Ask and ye shall receive.
When I first mentioned Smurf Kitchen on this blog, several of you asked to see photos of its wondrousness. It may have taken me several weeks, but I’m finally coming good on that request. Hurrah! I did mean to present you with a picture of the kitchen before we moved in, as the blue Smurfiness was particularly apparent when contrasted with the whiteness of the bare surroundings. Alas, despite taking over 250 photos of the apartment whilst filling out the inspection report, I failed to take a wide shot of the kitchen.
The following should give you an idea of the colour, though, and then you get to laugh at how the moving-in process brought out my inner nincompoop.
Laugh Along With (or Shake Your Head At) Me Moment #1:
Scene: Target Stocktake Sale, June 2010
Cast: Hannah, E.BestestHousemate, Target Saleslady
On a sunny winter’s day in Canberra, I picked up the wonderful E.BestestHousemate (EBH) from uni and drove to Target. After a brief stop in the sheets department, we successfully tracked down the super-on-sale-space-age-psychedelic vacuum cleaner and then, not long afterwards, the slightly-on-sale microwave.
While I peeked into the candy aisle, E.BestestHousemate hoisted the microwave box into the trolley, first commenting on how great it was that the microwave wasn’t too heavy.
Fantastic! I replied. I shall be able to get it up the three flights of stairs to our apartment myself this afternoon.
When we arrived at the checkout, EBH went to one cashier while I to another. The saleslady zapped the barcode of the vacuum cleaner box but couldn’t do so for the microwave, as the barcode was on the bottom of the box.
No worries, I said with a smile. I’ll just turn it around.
And so I did. The lady zapped, then stared at me for a few moments.
Are you sure there’s something in that box? She asked. I laughed.
Um, I think so? She asked me to check. I giggled a bit less certainly this time, and opened the box from the clearly-not-taped-shut lid. Sure enough, while the glass turntable was there, the microwave was not.
After sheepishly scuttling back through the store with an empty box and slowly, slowly, slowly, one-tiny-shuffle-at-a-time heaving a full-microwave-box back to the counter, I realised two pertinent things:
1. I clearly look like the kind of girl who could never in a million years hoist a microwave up in the air with utmost ease. While this is somewhat embarrassing, I prefer to think of it as embodying the Jane-Austen-era ideal of languishing female upper-crustness.
Wait. No. Scratch that. I don’t want to be crusty. Anyone know of a good pilates class in Canberra?
2. If someone tells you a kitchen appliance is as lightweight as a cardboard box, it probably is. A box, that is. Don’t trust them, even if they are your amazing new housemate.
Laugh Along With (or Shake Your Head At) Me Moment #2:
Scene: The Abode of Smurf Kitchen
Cast: Hannah, E.BestestHousemate, the DVD Player
In the second photo of this post, you might have noticed a TV with a digital TV box and DVD player perched on top. Well, I brought the DVD player from my parents’ place (thanks parents!), and EBH and I decided, upon cooking our dinner, that the best way to settle in would be to watch Sex and the City all the way through, starting with season one, episode one.
While I chopped coriander in Smurf Kitchen, EBH popped in the DVD.
Hannah? Where’s the remote? She asked, staring at the screen with its list of language options to be selected.
I simply smiled, like a rainbow on a cold day breaking through clouds of sorrow with a beam of happy. Or, you know, like someone who’s realised they’ve done A Silly Thing.
You know what would be fun? I asked, avoiding her question. Seeing what happens if we just press play on the DVD player.
And you know what? It was all to the good. Sure, we had to watch six episodes in a row with Danish subtitles, but that rainbow must have come from a cloud with a silver lining, because I realised another pertinent thing (actually, EBH noticed this at the same moment, and oh how we laughed):
The Danish word for beautiful is “smuk”. And you better believe I shouted “SMUK!” every time the word appeared on screen. Which it did rather a lot, if we’re being honest.
I’m now home again for a few days house-sitting my arthritic old dog, but in four sleeps I’ll be back in Smurf Kitchen for good.
And that, my friends, is a rather smuk thing indeed.