I think I should write a book and call it The Little Ironies of Life. Because life seems to be made up of little ironies. For instance, I wanted to get something for my sister in Oz (not the prison in the TV show, lol) as a thank you gift, and she loves her coffee and tea, but I know how expensive it is to mail a bag of coffee (I did this once, sent her a coffee gift box sampler) and vowed to never do it again. Spent $25 on the sampler box of coffees, then had to spend $55 on the shipping to get from my house to hers, oy!
I wanted to get her something cute, lightweight, and inexpensive—plus something that said "home" and so I thought, hey how about a little tea caddy holder as a tea bag or spoon rest, and hey—how about if it had thoroughbreds on it? Perfect! (Yes, I am an Aquarius, and we do tend to get fixated on the strangest things, lol).
For once, an irony turns out in my favor. I could get used to this. ;)