... and violets are blue...

A few years ago, I stumbled across this meat grinder in a junk shop here in the UK. The man in the house had been wanting one for some time, and you can imagine my delight when not only did I find one for him, but the next minute saw the familiar "Made in Sweden" on its shiny torso! For a couple of pounds, this chunky Swede (yes, still referring to meat grinder!) was released from its junk orphanage and offered a new home with the Swenglish humans.

No later had the meat grinder clanked across the threshold of its new foster home, when we realised we had found ourselves a rather romantic new family member. More than once have I arrived home to find it frolicking with flower petals or stray pieces of lace. It must be something about the contrast of the hard and the soft, the chunky and the delicate... To some it may seem a little like David meets Goliath, or like a mouse stroking the ears of an elephant.

To me, there could not be a more perfectly matched couple...