Our toaster is toast. It gave up a couple of days ago. Margaret was convinced we could open it up and fix it. When Ken was over for supper, they schemed together to pull it apart. It is really not made to be repaired. We had it over ten years so I guess it's time for a new one. I think I might fish it out of the trash to use for reflections. Love that chrome.
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Keep the chrome as a planter--tiny shoots coming up through the bread slots.
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