Friday, September 28, 2012

Hi, again. is my newest confession:

I love dinner plates. The kind you actually eat off of, not the kind that you hang on the wall (no fun there).

I fantasize about them, I yearn for them. I want to fill my cabinets with them. Lots of them. I am not a plate discriminator either. I like them all. Well, unless they are completely boring with no personality to them. An example would be like what I currently have. I have plain white ones and plain black ones. B-o-r-i-n-g. They just don't do it for me and they know it. They just sit there... wasting space... mocking me... laughing at me .

So, it is with much pleasure that I plan their demise. "Their eternal demise".

There are so many out there waiting for me to find them and love them and share them with the family that I love.

I want fancy ones:

Colorful ones:

Floral ones:

Vintage ones:

Textured ones:

and we must not forget my favorite

Crazy ones:

Wish me luck with my addiction and recovery.
And by recovery I mean, recovering them from where they are right now.


Erika said...

I love the Strawberry Shortcake one!!!

Mom E. said...

You are so funny! You need to start writing – maybe you could sell or do a blog like the Pioneer Woman – or we could write together like Mary Higgins Clark and her daughter J. I can’t wait to start looking for plates!

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