(Psst-I’m drinking “calm” Tazo!)
I have one very large set of dishes (Fiesta®) that BH and I bought on our honeymoon. I have one 12 place setting of Oneida stainless silverware. I use every single towel in my house.
My mother drives me bonkers because she has at least five sets of dishes and just as many sets of silverware. Reach for plates to set the table and she tells you no, not those plates. She has beautiful crystal that lips have never touched. Towels that
are look so soft and sumptuous. Heaven forbid one should actually dry one’s hands on them. She has jewelry from my great-grandmother and grandmother that never comes out of the safe.
I buy what I love and I use what I love. Those beautiful handcrafted pottery mugs above? Every single morning I drink my coffee from one of them. I pick my mug according to my mood. Feeling blue—yellow mug. I’m slightly embarrassed by how much I’ve spent on this Alaskan potter’s work, but every piece is a memory and brings a smile to face. I use them all the time: platters, bowls, pitchers, mugs, plates, etc. My Bourbon Pecan Pralines–her candlestick.
This ring: my great-aunt who died from cancer two years ago. She gave it to me when she discovered she had less than eight weeks to live. At the time, her only pleasure left was to hand-pick personal, beloved items and know the person she bequeathed them to would love, use, and cherish them as she did.
Use it before you lose it. . . .