I’ve never been a superstitious individual. I think black cats are beautiful, I have no problem walking under ladders (unless my husband, Bob, is cleaning the gutters…then I get messy!), and carrying a disembodied rabbit’s foot in one’s pocket is, well…disgusting.
When Bob and I were engaged to be married, I decided to register for stoneware and stainless rather than fine china and silver. Some may have called that “common”; I prefer to call it practical. Even so, for years I would store my special dishes in the corner hutch and bring them out only for special occasions; c’mon, ladies, you know how we do.
Finally, after about 35+ years of collecting dust, I decided this was actually kinda dumb. Why not use the good stuff on a daily basis?! Are we not worth it? Good grief, it’s dishwasher safe anyway! (Unlike the fine china of the 70’s, I might add.)
SoooOO000ooo….not too long ago, out of the hutch and into the kitchen it came to be lovingly used along with the stainless Continue reading “No paper or plastic”