I was in a rush, I can't remember why. And I whacked my elbow on the clear plastic lid of the butter compartment on the inside of the fridge door, and it fell out. A small piece of the plastic broke off and now the lid won't stay on.
I tried again to fix it today, but to no avail. Small bit of plastic; high traffic.
This here is a photo of my everyday ring. You can see where it has broken a dozen or so times. PJ wanted to buy me a new one for my birthday, but I said no. I love that he presents it to me afresh each time he repairs it.
And here too, my everyday boots that a friend made me, worn through on the heels, now patched asymmetrically and more Meg.