I got a new kettle at a fantastic kitchen shop called Grace in the Kitchen when I was visiting Ottawa this week. Didn't plan on it but I saw it, loved it, and lately I had become increasingly convinced than my old stovetop kettle was slowly poisoning me.
What you can't tell from the photo is that my shiny enamel on steel Le Creuset has a lovely paint job of darker red at the bottom, graduating to lighter up top. Or, that its whistle is like a gentle melody, akin to a Snow White sing-a-long with her forest friends.
Bottom line: My morning tea just got a whole lot classier.