Sissy is laughing at me. “You have trouble making choices, don’t you?”
But I don’t want to make the wrong one. I mean, this could be a legacy purchase.
I used to dream of one of those tilt-type mixers. But figured it was a luxury, and I didn’t have the space to store and operate one anyway. Besides, I had my nifty hand-held Sunbeam–the one where the beaters like to fall out into the batter.
But there was no hand-held one at the Cottage. And Dad was making his famous pork-and-bean bread. Or maybe it was something else. Anyway, he needed egg whites stiffly beaten–my job.
I pulled out their tilt-top stand mixer.
And. Fell. In. Love.
And I fell down, down, down into the abyss of Amazon and mixer reviews.
Because, see, there are sales going on now.
And I think part of this kitchen kreative streak is grief therapy. Like in the months and years of infertility workups and surgeries and pregnancy loss. When I was so down, the way up was through piecing and quilting and birthing beauty out of fabric.
Anyway, Sissy has a bowl-lift mixer. She says she loves it. Except if she were to do it again, she might go for a tilt-top. Unless there wasn’t a big difference in price. Then she might go for bigger and more powerful.
Others say the bowl-lift is not as user friendly.
Others swear by the bowl-lift.
The kitchen store people swear by the tilt-top Kitchenaid Artisan.
Mr. Google and I spend many hours together. I read opinions and reviews until my head spins.
I go from store to store and look and touch and feel.
And think about fresh breads.
I make my choice.
Of course, there’s the fact that I waited so long I missed the Artisan rebate.
Making my choice not so difficult in terms of price with its rebate.
Drum roll . . .
The Kitchenaid Professional 600.
I do not choose the white.
The simple color.
I choose the red.
P.S. I ordered it through Target. I’m a good little shopper girl.
The color that for me has come to signify hope.
So that every time I use it I remember the hope in the tiqvah and the towla.
The hope that is within me.
The hope that lies within faith and family.
The hope of transformation from glory to glory.
The hope of seeing loved ones once again.
The hope of One who tilts toward our every need.
The hope of One who came down to lift us up.
The hope of Advent and His coming.
And if what was transitory came with glory, how much greater is the glory of that which lasts! Therefore, since we have such a hope, we are very bold . . . And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit. ~2 Corinthians 3:11-18 (NIV)
Linking with Peter Pollock’s One Word at a Time Blog Carnival on the word down.