dirty dishes and happy tummies

china

I forgot to turn on the dishwasher.

Twice.

So tonight we used the good dishes. The Wedgewood set we bought as newlyweds when my husband was stationed abroad about a million years ago.

It’s a pretty set, with delicate blue flowers and a platinum rim. It doesn’t go in the dishwasher. I’m the dishwasher.

Anyway, these dishes have gotten a fair amount of use in the past 28 or so years that we’ve been married. When we bought them, John warned me that we’d worked too hard for the money to put the set on display behind glass and only take them out once a year. None of this saving for a special event nonsense.

I beg to differ on the “special event.” Any chance to eat with loved ones is a special event. Every night. Even when it’s just him and me. Especially if it’s just him and me.

We ate on them when they were delivered, and through the years for lots of special meals at Thanksgiving, Christmas, birthdays, and other milestones with family and friends.

Those dishes have also seen a fair share of homemade beanie weenies and delivery pizza.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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3 thoughts on “dirty dishes and happy tummies

  1. Remembering many joyous, raucous meals filled with laughter and love when those lovely dishes were on the table. Thank you for those memories.

  2. This makes me think…….that I need to use my ‘good’ dishes more than just on Christmas and Easter! You are right! Thanks!

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