I HAVE FOUND MY PEOPLE
I am loving these photos and links. What splendid butter dishes. I grew up with an abomination of a household butter dish - it was beige Tupperware, and lived forever. But at least it was a butter only, no margarine allowed household, unlike dh’s, where they were only allowed butter on Sundays, and consequently referred to it as ‘Sunday Butter’. Deprived childhood.
I used to have a very pretty blue and white ceramic butter dish that I bought myself as a souvenir from a holiday in Portugal when I was a twenty one year old flibberty gibbet, and it reminded me of a happy week galloping along the beach with Enrique, the very buff Brazilian stable lad, who looked delightful in leather chaps, and, well, never mind.
I left that butter dish behind in my little flat when I moved in with Dh. We now have this lovely white ceramic one with a wooden bird lid, that I bought ten years ago on our honeymoon in Bali. But butterfingers Dh (see what I did there) dropped it recently, so there is a chip on the other side. So now I need a new one. I suggested this required a trip back to Bali, but that was met with a snort.
I nearly bought one of the whale ones last year, but they don’t fit a normal sized slab of butter, and I’m not fannying around slicing it. So I’m on the hunt.