The Duralex tumbler is as magical as a mundane object can get. I love mine like I love my special teaspoon. Which may be featured tomorrow unless I can come up with something even better. (Image: carolita johnson)
I’m going through a particularly hectic moment in my heretofore simple life. Negociating a contract with a prospective new agency, hedging my bets, hemming and hawing. Maybe not changing agencies after all if it’s this complicated. About to begin negociating with the IRS. Juggling different means of income. So I thought I’d just think about some of my favorite things, as the song goes.
The Duralex tumbler is French. It’s unbreakable. My favorite Duralex commercial shows a couple having a fight, throwing them at each other. They’re made of tempered glass, and are unbreakable unless you accidentally find it’s tiny little Achilles’ Heel. Then it can burst into a million smithereens just by being dropped from a height of six inches of less, which is always fascinating and a bit like seeing a shooting star.
This is the logo you’ll find at the bottom of the glass when you’ve finished your red wine:
Isn’t it beautiful?
I brought one back from Paris, not allowing myself to indulge in a six-pack from the local hardware store, where they’re typically sold. No one else is allowed to use it. Unless they’re very sick and pathetic and really want me to make them feel very, very special.
Sometimes they sell them this side of the puddle at Sur La Table (Spring Street & Lafayette, I think), for way too much.