I didn’t register for china when I got married.
No plates, platters, or place settings for me.
Had I, I’d probably opt for simple banded china; white with a platinum band.
Instead, we registered for camping equipment and we use it all the time.
I still don’t own a lick of china.
Although, over the years, I’ve amassed a different sort of “fine china.”
Exquisite, hand-painted ceramics carefully crafted by my kids in paint-your-own pottery studios and art classes over the years. Far better than any old fuddy-duddy china they sell to brides in department stores.
Me? I have quite the collection.
Want to see a few pictures?
Exhibit A
A mighty fine piece of china, indeed. Painted for Nanny who is no longer with us.
A mighty fine piece of china, indeed. Painted for Nanny who is no longer with us.
Exhibit B
A chick plate painted for cows.
A chick plate painted for cows.
Exhibit C
Best bowl ever! A pinch pot. With teeny tiny fingertips all around.
Best bowl ever! A pinch pot. With teeny tiny fingertips all around.
Exhibit D
What it feels like to be two.
What it feels like to be two.
Exhibit E
My 85K Writing Challenge mug. Painted by my daughter to remind me – every time I take a sip – of what I should be doing!
My 85K Writing Challenge mug. Painted by my daughter to remind me – every time I take a sip – of what I should be doing!
Oh, yes. I do love my fine china!
How about you?
Do you have any “fine” china?