Baking bread this morning. I use paper towel to dry my hands when I wash them, so I’m not clogging up a dish towel (and subsequently the plumbing or someone’s laundry) with gooey glutinous flour. I use ’em for wiping up the counter between loaves, too. Especially if my hands are still covered with gooey dough.
The kitchen trash is under the sink; not my favorite arrangement but it’s not my house. Went to pull the cupboard door open to toss the paper towel, and there’s no handle. No knob. It’s one of those cupboards where you have to grab the edge of the door to pull it open. I hate them. Invariably at some point during every meal prep, I slip and bend a fingernail on the edge or get a door open just far enough to bang when it slips shut. I hate sharp loud noises.
Why don’t the cupboards have handles or knobs?
My years in construction and architecture tell me it’s either for looks or to save money, or both. Bad reasons to make something that works poorly.
We all worry about appearances. Do you ever find yourself doing what looks good; what makes you look good, instead of doing what’s right?
If doing the right thing is gonna make you look bad, that’s a serious problem. But I’ll bet that the embarrassment you think you’re going to feel or the bad press you think you’ll be facing from saving face is all in your head. Putting on a front is time and effort wasted. Your true fans want to know the real you, flaws and all.
You can’t get away with incompetence, but you’d never do that. What you can get away with is being human, flawed, imperfect. In fact, your fans would much rather you were flawed like them than for you to be superwoman, never letting the cracks show.
If knobs make the cabinet work better but they don’t look as good . . . well, you know what to do.