It’s raining. It’s been raining since Wednesday. It’s supposed to rain through the weekend. This is me not complaining, rain is good. Really, I don’t mind the rain. I love rain!

During lunch today, a co-worker and I battled angry gobs of rain, puddles, fierce winds, vicious umbrella holders and crazy drivers to get to Pacific Centre, 2 blocks from my office, in search of a butter dish. I have a huge slab of butter at home, which I think would look so much better in a butter dish. Besides my mom always said “every good home deserves a good butter dish”, no wait… that’s some old lady on foodtv.

So anyway Jen (co-worker) suggested Sears. Now the Sears (Canada) downtown isn’t like the regular Sears down south, it’s more like one of those May Department Stores (Hecht’s, Robinson’s May). There’s even a Kenneth Cole and other specialized designer stores in there.

So Jen says she hasn’t seen a butter dish in a while and she’s sure Martha Stewart will have it. In case I haven’t mentioned MS recently started hawking her colour-coordinated-insider-trading-tainted houseware at Sears when the local K-Mart(y) type of store dropped her. They’re apparently supposed to be of a higher quality than that sold at K-Mart (yeah right!). It turns out MS ain’t gots no butter dish, and the other kinds Sears have are all crystal and fancy.

We decided to try The Bay, which is like Macy’s, they even have their café and kitchenware department in the basement like Macy’s on 34th. Again their butter dishes looked like something out of the Victorian era, or more appropriate if I were dining with Count Dracula. Why is it so hard to find a butter dish that represents the modern, trendy ultra-hip cool woman?

You may’ve guessed, this story has no happy ending; the butter dish didn’t come home with me tonight. My lump of butter just sits there mocking me. But tomorrow’s another day, I’ll find a bloody dish for my butter even if it’s the last thing I do. What I can’t believe however, is that I made you read this whole drivel about a butter dish, a bit ~fatuous~, wouldn’t you say? Forgive me?

~[m-w’s word of the day]~

PLAYING: Powerless – Nelly Furtado

READING: Hey, Nostradamus! – Douglas Coupland

WATCHING: ER

QUOTE: “say what you want”