f l o u r.
My kitchen/pantry floor, this afternoon. The largest in a set of four cannisters, filled just last night with five pounds of unbleached, all-purpose Gold Medal. A wedding shower gift from my mother-in-law over 20 years ago; I loved this set, hand-painted by an artisan in Portugal.
A teensy piece of my heart shattered with it.
Did you read the love-fest I wrote yesterday about my children? For an hour this afternoon…let’s just say I wasn’t feelin’ the love. The flour disaster was just the beginning–story to follow….
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Oh my. So sorry. Did you make them clean it up? I have very similar pictures of my 18 month old in a pile of flour. Only he couldn’t clean it up.
Oh man. I would definitely cry–and consider giving them away at the curb. 😉
Mine has done that with a whole box of Rice before…….but never something that held such a special place in my heart. Hope you are able to forgive them…….eventually! LOL
Ohhhhh no! I probably would’ve screamed. And cried. And yelled. ;-( So sorry!
Oh no! Not just for the mess, but my heart goes out to you for losing something so precious to you.
oh MERCY! My son did that once with a brand new freshly opened giant tin of really darn expensive formula. I literally sat down on the kitchen floor and cried while he played in it. Gotta love those days.
We’re sorry that you lost something precious to you. I suppose so many things can be precarious, especially with children or pets.
Sorry about your cannister. At the rate prices of flour right now is sky rocketing, It will hurt…but you’re right, we shouldn’t cry over it.
Sorry about your canister. At least it did not hold oil. Trust me, for I know, a bottle of cooling oil spreads a very long way on the kitchen floor
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Sorry about your cannister. Did make for an interesting picture… and perhaps the Universe is just opening up space for something you will treasure even more. I hope so.
oh, no!! I think it would have taken all I had in me NOT to cry over that one!
If it makes you feel any better, it was olive oil for me a few weeks ago. What an awful mess!
I’m sorry about the container though, that one hurts.
Oh my goodness, I’m sorry! I would have been crying. But not onto the flour, cause that would have made it way hard to clean up.
Oh, what a mess. I’m so sorry!
Oh wow. Sorry it was sentimental and also hand painted.
But the important thing is that none of the kids were hurt/cut.
So now you get to pick out a cool new flour holder.
That really sucks! There are some things in my kitchen that I treasure as well and cringe whenever the kids touch it.
Oh No! I’ bet you’d like to take back that minute when it was dropped!
Oh my goodness! What a mess! Did you laugh or cry?? Probably both:-)
Hey Robin! Funny thing, I did the same thing this week with the wheat flour! ACK! Stop by my WW and meet the new member of the family, last week it was the kitten, this week not an animal….well she could be!
Awwww – don’t cry over spilled flour. But if you do, just add an egg and some sugar you have cake.
Sorry for your kitchen catastrophe.
I hate it when a treasured item gets broken, so I know just how you feel!
I’ve always felt that it’s the broken things in our lives that gives us character. We aren’t defined by the good times when life is easy, we are defined by the disappointments and the tiny cracks in our hearts.
Congratulations you now have even more character than you did yesterday.
Oh no!! That stinks. Flour is the worst to clean up too.
Pin a note on ’em and drop ’em off at the bus station. 😉
Yikes. What a mess! Knocked over a full pitcher of sweet tea this week. Must be the week for clutziness! 🙂
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I can just picture it. Flour canister crashes to the ground. Plumes of flour fill the air. Kids screaming. Mom yells out, “Wait! Let me get my camera! This will look great on my blog!”
Oh my. I can think of other things to say…but I don’t think they are appropriate….
Oh! How sad! I understand how you feel! I broke one of two hurricane lamps that were my mother’s. When I look at the one that’s left I always sigh….
Oh dear, that does look like a mess. I hope no one stepped on the broken pieces!
ohhhh Noooooo! I’m so sorry something so precious to you was broken 🙁
Oh dear – not a good thing to see on your return
Ouch…what a mess to clean up!
Oh you poor thing! I’ve been cleaning up spilled drinks (atleast two a day) for the last week — is something happening in the universe? 🙂 Happy Wordless Wednesday!
Oh no! I am so sorry about the broken flour container. Bummer…..
OH NO!!!!! That sucks!!
Oh, yikes. Hopefully today will be better – happy WW 🙂
Oh, the little shits. (Wait, I’m talking about someone else’s children here. I should be more polite.) I’m sorry they broke your lovely canister.
Oh, gee, that made my heart sink the way you said a teensy part of your heart shattered with it. 🙁
Yikes! I can’t think of an easy way to clean up that much flour. A vacuum seems like a very bad idea.
So sorry; sounds like you lost a treasure. At least it contained flour, not something messier. 🙁
Oh my! I would have cried! Sorry to hear about you canister.
Oh no! I’m sorry that your beautiful canister is broken…
I know that eventually your perspective will return and I know that you know that stuff is just stuff but still….
Oh I have had this more than once… and once with a box of rice and once with a cannister of sugar. Love, love, love my kids… oh did I mention “I” did the sugar? Oooops!
In true blogger style, glad you snapped a pic first!:)
WOW what a mess, Shelly has it right Oh My! Kim
Ya know, I was just going to say that the exact same thing happened to me last night. And it did. But not to the same extent. I had just filled my “plastic container with flour and knocked it off the counter. I would hav cried had it been a lovely canister!
i was [this] close to doing the same thing last night.