On wonkiness.

I've just been on the phone to Carolyn for a wee chat, we were talking about her blog. The cheeky minx is thinking about throwing in the towel after five minutes (kids these days, they really lack application), so I was throwing some sage advice her way (not too much, balance it out with salt and pepper - I think she's making stuffing) as well as some blog advice.

I even think I may have said something about being able to write about the handles on my wardrobe, which she then challenged me to. I've decided I can't be bothered, though - they're not that interesting, it has to be said. If I'm honest, examining them in any kind of detail actually quite upsets me as the handles on all four wardrobe doors are set at different heights. Whilst flatpacks might have democratised cheap designer furniture for the masses, there are still some drawbacks to self-assembly - wonky handles would be fairly high on my list. Or of varying height, if I was really bad at doing lists.

Handles are interesting in many ways. They are designed by their very nature to be unobtrusive, not to stick out. Except that they really should stick out or otherwise you couldn't open whatever it is they were attached to. I suppose if they didn't stick out you could argue that they were, in fact, not handles but just something useless stuck on a door.

Now doors...there's an interesting thing, if only I could be bothered.