OK...here 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:
and we must not forget my favorite
Wish me luck with my addiction and recovery.
And by recovery I mean, recovering them from where they are right now.