Rocks In My Dryer: Now I Can't Stop Thinking About Dishes

Well that was fun. Thanks for your input.

I'm all for purging, and for passing things along to others who have need, but I think I may have to draw the line at my wedding china. What if my daughter expressed regret someday that I hadn't given it to her? It's only two boxes full, anyway, and I suppose that's what an attic is for.

Anyway, my mother-in-law sent me an e-mail saying that if I sold it, she was going to buy it from me herself and give to Corrie someday. *grin* So that's that!

Reading all your comments got me thinking about the other dishes floating around my house. So, quick--grab your camera! It's time for the Rocks In My Dryer Spur-Of-The-Moment Dish Carnival!

I hauled out the china in question to show you. Got them all set out on the table and thought to myself, "Geez Louise, these gorgeous. Why aren't I using them?' So maybe, just maybe, the Dryer family will be eating on fine china tonight.

My absolute favorite dishes ever in the whole wide world are Blue Danube (right). This is what my grandmother used for her every day dishes, and she left her collection to me. Although she had a very wide assortment of serving pieces, unfortunately the collection of "practical" pieces (dinner plates) dwindled over the years, so I don't have enough to consistently use them. I keep saying that I'll finish out the collection one of these days. Not only are they beautiful, but they make me think of my grandmother. I adore them.

Two years ago I bought twelve--count 'em, TWELVE--five-piece place settings of the Christmas dishes pictured at left. For $40. Total. At Wal Mart. That's American capitalism at it's finest, right there. Say what you will about the vast coporate greed of Wal Mart, but they are deckin' my halls at always low prices. Love it.

I was going to take a picture of my everyday dishes, but they're so plain jane, I'm not even sure it's worth the effort to get up from my computer. They are white. And round. And they have a bunch of scrape marks on them. I think your imagination can handle this one.

This last shot is one of the more important dish collections in my house: the box of unused party plates in the garage, which I pull out whenever everything is dirty. You know what's really fun? Try serving a nine-year-old boy a PB&J on a Sleeping Beauty plate. Yep, good times.