I buy mugs if their color or shape speak to me. I have a lot of blue mugs. Some green.
'Conviction (1)'
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I don't own a single plain white dish.
Guys, I CAN'T WAIT to register for dishes. Before I moved in with Tim, I had a nice set of white Pfalztgraff dishes I inherited from a member of the FAC who got married and got Fiestaware. When I moved in with Tim, those went in the attic (seriously, he's got to have a niece or nephew who needs them; they're going to waste up there), because he already had his ridiculous hodgepodge of chipped mismatched plates in the pantry. (There was a Serious Argument about using his crazy bachelor plates versus my matching plates. I gave in, since my plates were already boxed up.)
But I HATE the crazy mismatched chipped bachelor plates, and after 5 years, he's cool with registering* for new ones and sending the bachelor plates to Goodwill.
*(He's actually fairly conflicted about registering, because he thinks it "isn't fair" because he already had a wedding and registered for stuff -- most of which his ex took when they got divorced, and the remainder of which is old and/or ridiculous [hello, giant blue elephant statue I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP; I'll have to post a picture of it] -- so we shouldn't ask for stuff "again." I have had to tell him several times that [1] our family and friends WANT to give us things, so figure out what we need, shut up, and register, and [2] if it helps his tortured conscience, he can think of it as stuff for ME, because *I* didn't already have a wedding and get a ridiculous blue elephant statue. [God, I am going to smash that thing with a hammer if it's not gone by the time we get married.])
In conclusion, NEW PLATES FOR ME, WOO.
t edit Actually, since his ex now lives up the street from us -- I KNOW I've told that story, right? -- I could smuggle the damn blue elephant statue onto her porch under cover of night. Of course, she'd figure out who it came from, but it would be out of our house.
I don't own a single plain white dish.
Really?
Really. I kind of hate them. ETA: All of my current plates are blue toile. Most of my glassware is cobalt (I also despise plain, clear glassware) and I have some cobalt glass bowls and some solid yellow bowls.
Currently my favorite mugs are the keep calm and carry on mug we bought on our UK trip, a tea in the garden bone china mug that a dear departed friend gave me, and a martini's aren't just for breakfast anymore mug.
It's your home, your kitchen, your table. Why shouldn't you have it the way you want it? I mean, would you tell someone who loves, Loves, LOVES Blue Willow Ware s/he was being a special delicate little flower for having what s/he loves and passing on Fiesta Ware? It's when you have to bring you own mug to someone else's home and cannot enjoy the charm of the mismatched Mom & Pop diner that you are a special delicate flower.
It's when you have to bring you own mug to someone else's home and cannot enjoy the charm of the mismatched Mom & Pop diner that you are a special delicate flower.
I am a special delicate flower who hates Tim's mismatched, chipped, bachelor plates. I admit it.
AND THE ELEPHANT.
t edit But it's not like he went to flea markets and antique malls and chose each one for its unique quirky awesometasticness. They're the plates he ended up with after the divorce and then supplemented with plates from Goodwill. All of which have gotten chipped and nasty after 10 years.
Someone out there would LOVE a giant blue elephant statue! In fact, I probably would, depending on what it looks like. You should sell it and use the proceeds to buy something else cool.
Not a printing press or other large machinery, though.
Not a printing press or other large machinery, though.
Sweet Italian Jesus, he is insisting on trying to print our invitations. Last night he sat down and figured out what the deadline would be for us to order invitations, so he knew how much time he had from now until then to try to print them.
He gets until Memorial Day.
I don't own a single plain white dish.
Neither do we. We're color sluts.
And our coffee cups are all nerd badges with a Nillyvisit mug (with Pete illo.), Nightmare Before Xmas, Edna Mode, David Bowie, some pretty vintage poster art, etc.
My plates are of the "Hm, we're down to less than five, I wonder what's on sale at Target/WalMart or what looks decent at the thrift store?" pattern.
I really would like a new set of plates, but all the boxed place settings come with mugs. We definitely do not need more mugs.