I love any gadgets. Initially I started making stitch markers because I was frustrated by the ones I could buy. So, of course, I had to figure out how to make them perfect.
I might have inherited this love from my Dad, who has never met a gadget he could not use. I vividly remember how about 30 years ago he brought home a food processor. Mind you this was Russia and no one I knew had this “wonder machine”. It was in boxes – yes plural – many, many boxes. They took up lots of space on top of our cabinets. Each setup – slicer, or shredder, or mixer would take contents of 2 or 3 boxes. And when assembled it was huge! Putting it together required lots of time, patience and an engineering degree. My Mom refused to use it, saying that it was faster and easier to do it by hand. She was right. It was. By the way, my Dad unvented the potato chips. He insisted on cutting potatoes (or anything else) only with the “combine” – as the machine was called. The slices came out ridiculously thin. Then he would fry it in lots of oil on very high temperature. And that is the way you get homemade potato chips. They were very popular with me and my sister, but not with my Mom, who found them ridiculous and a waste of good potatoes.
What can I say, my Dad was simply ahead of his time.