Yep, plates tell stories. Especially fancy plates.
A few months ago, a woman came up to me after one of my speaking programs to talk about her experience cleaning out her mother’s home after her passing. The woman and her siblings found a box of fine china, each piece carefully wrapped just as it was when it was gifted to their parents on their wedding day. The mother was married for over fifty years. She had four kids. Thirteen grandkids. And the china was still in the box, unused.
Although muffled by cardboard and packing paper, these plates told a clear story: There is no occasion special enough to risk chipping or breaking a plate.
Of course, that’s the main reason our fine china is so underused, isn’t it? We can’t bear the thought of breaking a plate and ruining the set. Naturally, the only way to prevent that is by keeping them buried in the box they came in. Forever. Or sentence them in some sort of wood and glass display case, where you can at least lovingly look upon them NOT being used.
That’s one story. Another one goes like this, and it was shared with me by a lady I met in Salt Lake City. She said that her mother always used the good china for weekly Sunday dinners and every holiday. Naturally, a plate or a teacup got broken here and there. But instead of lamenting over the loss, she would pick up something to replace it the next time she was at a thrift or antique store, unconcerned whether it matched her current set or not. Over the years, the original set evolved into a magnificently mismatched collection of eclectic dinnerware. Each plate, each saucer, each bowl told a different story. Not only the mysterious story of its original owner and unique history, but together they told a collective story with one unmistakable moral: Life is meant to be lived and worthy of celebration.
I don’t know about you, but I like that story better.
Which story are your plates telling?
[ About the Art: This brought me back to my days of being an illustrator because I had the post written before I made the art (usually it’s the other way around). I scoured eBay to find reference materials for fancy china, hoping to turn each piece of dinnerware into a unique character. I used an newspaper clipping of an auction announcement as a background, which I thought was fitting. There is something fascinating to me about second and third hand items. I like to imagine the stories they’d have to tell of previous lives with past owners. ]
We, quite often, use our china we received from our wedding in 1987 in our ‘family dining room’. We usually have so many people at our house for meals, we like to be able to sit around the big table, relax and visit.
When my mom comes to visit us in Sunny ND, we bring out her china that she gave to us long ago to serve family dinners so we can all make happy memories with her as well! Nothing stored in musty boxes here!
Live and Celebrate!
Good for you, Michelle! Thanks for being such a good example for fighting Adultitis!
This story reminds me of another story of a man who had just lost his wife after many wonderful years together. He was giving his wife’s unworn clothing away to a church who recycled clothing to help support the needy. He expressed that his hope was for the people who received his wife’s clothing to not save them for a special occasion as his wife had, but to wear them and consider everyday a special occasion. I find that we too often wait for special occasions to use or wear something when everyday we are alive should be a special occasion to us.
Neat story, and a thanks for sharing another example of how we can put things off for days that never come…