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A change in my kitchen
Jan. 31st, 2011 12:22 amBossman knows that I've been talking about doing this, and the further into the new year that we get, the more I want to do it now, not "someday".
I'll fess up - I'm a pottery whore. Yup. I'm cheap when it comes to well-thrown, nicely made pottery. Thus, I haunt Eadric's booth far more than my husband's wallet is comfortable about.
And we have lovely kitchen dishes, a pfaltzgraff pattern that we chose together almost 25 years ago. But yet - I yearn towards other pieces. The SCA has let me scratch that itch with relative comfort, as has our 'special mug for family' practise, but it's just not enough.
I'm going to start phazing out some of our regular dinnerware and bring in stoneware that I like. Our table will soon be mix'n'match, at best, and I'm looking forward to it. (I'll have to double-check with Bossman. He said he was cool with it but that was back in 'concept' days). I want to open a cabinet and have to decide - deep ocean blue plate for my friend's sandwhich? Or cheerful bright Tex-Mex? And what about mine? I want to bring Eadric's stuff out of the craftroom (SCA storage) and into our kitchen. It can still go to events, too. Okay, well, the early-period non-glazed stuff will likely stay out of the kitchen. Mostly. Maybe.
See this? No, I don't want a full kitchen of it, but just three or four?
http://www.potterybarn.com/products/easter-egg-bunny-salad-plates-bowls/?pkey=call-dinnerware
http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.199502929.jpg
http://www.potterybarn.com/products/talavera-melamine-salad-plate/?pkey=call-dinnerware
And when a friend says, "I'm travelling to ____, would you like for me to pick something up for you?" I want to feel comfortable saying, "you've seen my dishes - if something calls out, then get it, and I'll reimburse you." And every piece will have a story to go with it.
I like that.
(I am munching on peanut butter spread over saltines, which the nurse brought to me because of my sorry pile of chocolate-covered raisins. When she looked at my tiny hoard of sugar bombs and learned that I had been hungry, not just 'got the munchies for candy', she raided the floor larder and I am a much happier patient. Which is good, because I'm getting bloodwork done at [gasp] 4:00am. Urg.)
I'll fess up - I'm a pottery whore. Yup. I'm cheap when it comes to well-thrown, nicely made pottery. Thus, I haunt Eadric's booth far more than my husband's wallet is comfortable about.
And we have lovely kitchen dishes, a pfaltzgraff pattern that we chose together almost 25 years ago. But yet - I yearn towards other pieces. The SCA has let me scratch that itch with relative comfort, as has our 'special mug for family' practise, but it's just not enough.
I'm going to start phazing out some of our regular dinnerware and bring in stoneware that I like. Our table will soon be mix'n'match, at best, and I'm looking forward to it. (I'll have to double-check with Bossman. He said he was cool with it but that was back in 'concept' days). I want to open a cabinet and have to decide - deep ocean blue plate for my friend's sandwhich? Or cheerful bright Tex-Mex? And what about mine? I want to bring Eadric's stuff out of the craftroom (SCA storage) and into our kitchen. It can still go to events, too. Okay, well, the early-period non-glazed stuff will likely stay out of the kitchen. Mostly. Maybe.
See this? No, I don't want a full kitchen of it, but just three or four?
http://www.potterybarn.com/products/easter-egg-bunny-salad-plates-bowls/?pkey=call-dinnerware
http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.199502929.jpg
http://www.potterybarn.com/products/talavera-melamine-salad-plate/?pkey=call-dinnerware
And when a friend says, "I'm travelling to ____, would you like for me to pick something up for you?" I want to feel comfortable saying, "you've seen my dishes - if something calls out, then get it, and I'll reimburse you." And every piece will have a story to go with it.
I like that.
(I am munching on peanut butter spread over saltines, which the nurse brought to me because of my sorry pile of chocolate-covered raisins. When she looked at my tiny hoard of sugar bombs and learned that I had been hungry, not just 'got the munchies for candy', she raided the floor larder and I am a much happier patient. Which is good, because I'm getting bloodwork done at [gasp] 4:00am. Urg.)
