``You bought these buckets because you miss your buckets!'' my niece shot up.
I was on Skype and showing my newly acquired craft material - punches, paints, brushes and the three lovely pista-green table top buckets to hold my brushes and pens.
Insight from outside me! ``Oh yeah! I miss them!'' I admitted - in the same fraction of a second that I realised it.
Probably I got those craft storage buckets acting on reflex. Not thought. Why else would I grab anything bucket in less than a second at the craft store shelf?
Three summers ago, I blogged about the need to have buckets with wheels, suited to the Indian working woman - the home-maker who works at making life better for her family, here. For reasons that I cannot fathom, buckets have become symbols of nostalgia!
I grew up with those numerous buckets made in - aluminium, steel, brass, and in atrocious but inevitable plastic. Small aluminium buckets that we tied to ropes and let loose over the pulley of a well, and drew water for bath, big buckets that women carried from the backyard to bathroom - plastic ones with lids that my mother and aunts carried to the `mission' or `machine' - actually flour mill with one or two kilograms of wheat and came back with flour!
Coming to Newark, my first-hour-at-home shock was that bathrooms here had eliminated the need for a bucket if any! The only buckets you think of are those you pick up from a Chinese stores that you visit rarely, paint buckets that you will not buy unless your home needs a fresh coat of paint, or the cutie miniature versions you get from high end craft stores! The bathroom simply does not have one! Because there is no tap (faucet).
As for mugs, my hubby got a measuring-mug to do the needful. Obviously, mugs do not exist either.
It's a country that calls itself First World I agree! Having grown up with the idea of a bathroom being so incomplete without buckets, it hits me hard. I miss buckets, however silly that sounds!
I was on Skype and showing my newly acquired craft material - punches, paints, brushes and the three lovely pista-green table top buckets to hold my brushes and pens.
Insight from outside me! ``Oh yeah! I miss them!'' I admitted - in the same fraction of a second that I realised it.
Probably I got those craft storage buckets acting on reflex. Not thought. Why else would I grab anything bucket in less than a second at the craft store shelf?
Three summers ago, I blogged about the need to have buckets with wheels, suited to the Indian working woman - the home-maker who works at making life better for her family, here. For reasons that I cannot fathom, buckets have become symbols of nostalgia!
I grew up with those numerous buckets made in - aluminium, steel, brass, and in atrocious but inevitable plastic. Small aluminium buckets that we tied to ropes and let loose over the pulley of a well, and drew water for bath, big buckets that women carried from the backyard to bathroom - plastic ones with lids that my mother and aunts carried to the `mission' or `machine' - actually flour mill with one or two kilograms of wheat and came back with flour!
Coming to Newark, my first-hour-at-home shock was that bathrooms here had eliminated the need for a bucket if any! The only buckets you think of are those you pick up from a Chinese stores that you visit rarely, paint buckets that you will not buy unless your home needs a fresh coat of paint, or the cutie miniature versions you get from high end craft stores! The bathroom simply does not have one! Because there is no tap (faucet).
As for mugs, my hubby got a measuring-mug to do the needful. Obviously, mugs do not exist either.
It's a country that calls itself First World I agree! Having grown up with the idea of a bathroom being so incomplete without buckets, it hits me hard. I miss buckets, however silly that sounds!
1 comment:
LOL... So true! There are no more buckets in the bathroom anymore.
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