Lured out by the sunshine that lasted just long enough for me to put on my scarf, earmuffs, gloves, and coat, I’ve just returned from my afternoon walk.It’s a brisk 34 out and I was toasty from the neck down, but the wind was hitting me face-on. I wonder if the residents of our complex would be alarmed to see my marching by disguised by a balaclava.
My main accomplishment today was conquering the yearly dish exodus.
Christmas has always meant the Olympian task of hauling the Christmas dishes up from the basement and replacing them with the everyday ones out of the kitchen. Our yuletide set is by Pfaltzgraff, each plate hefty in its own right, making this annual plate pilgrimage on par with lugging stones for the Great Pyramid. They were a gift over several years from my late mother-in-law, so it’s always felt worth the effort.
Thanks to Covid, last year’s holiday was almost non-existent, so when I went to the basement to unearth them, I couldn’t remember where I’d put them. Eventually My Guy dug out the correct bin (a Christmas miracle for sure since the man can’t find anything until I’ve stopped what I’m doing, gotten up and walked into the room).
Last night as I was falling asleep, I
came up with a solution to all this schlepping around. I would move the
everyday dishes from the cupboard, per usual, replacing them with the Xmas
ones. After editing the good dishes in my small sideboard, I’d then put the
everyday ones there. I rarely use all that bone china, some gold, some
floral, some (my favorite) green patterned, but if I bury them downstairs, they’ll
never see the light of day. Oh, the burden of inherited china.
and sugars. My days of tea parties are not only over, but never existed.
I've seen many similar gold rimmed teasets in thrift shops here, nobody wants them because they are so delicate, plus they can't go into dishwashers or microwaves, because of the gold rims.ReplyDelete
I don't care - I put them in the dishwasher anyway. I might as well enjoy the use of them since the next generation doesn't want them.Delete
They might not be all that useful, but they sure are pretty! :-)ReplyDelete
They are very pretty indeed. Fortunately I didn't inherit any crockery.ReplyDelete
Haha, the burden of inherited china. I sold my teacups and saucers at a yard sale. Funny, my husband seems to have the same infliction that yours does when it comes to finding things. -JennReplyDelete
I am just remembering that we have such dishes. I don't think they came out last year, and I haven't seen them this year either.ReplyDelete
My BiL and I have referred to our wives as Wombtrackers. You are right. Sometimes we just have to invoke the womb and then we find the thing.
I didn't inherit anything, and it's turned out to simplify life. About the cold wind: I walk daily and I'm wearing a mask, mainly to keep my face warm. I'm thinking of making woolen mask covers, too.ReplyDelete