OK, I'm all set to become a Stepford wife, now that I've got this nifty little cookbook holder. Can't you just picture me in my Jimmy Choo's, vintage apron tied around my impossibly tiny waist, wooden spoon in my manicured hand and a four-course gourmet dinner on the stove?
Neither can I. But I thought this cookbook holder, with it's creamy white chippy paint and charming little bird, would look great on my kitchen counter.
But now I have to actually cook something.