So lots of people have been reading my blog on the dishes and then calling me up and asking, “So what really happened?”
Apparently, a poltergeist breaking all my dishes isn’t enough. They want to know how the poltergeist – whom I’ve named Ned, incidentally – did it. Sigh. To satisfy your scientific curiosity, Ned broke two plastic L-shaped brackets that fit into peg holes in the cabinet wall and hold up the shelf. When the top shelf fell on one side, it slammed into the shelf below, presumably catapulting the dishes at the cabinet doors which then opened and spewed forth the contents of said cabinet on the floor. Happy now?
The photo above shows all that remains of our sad little mismatched dish set: 2 bowls and half a dozen lonely little salad plates (read: leftover plates) that were sheltered in the dishwasher on D day. We have since purchased new dishes – good, sturdy, easy-to-replace fiesta ware.
So, for the first time in our life together, Shawn and I have matching dishes. I feel so grown-up.
Of course, “matching” is a relative term around here. By “matching” I mean that we bought each place setting in a different color and because we couldn’t decide on the shape of bowl that we liked best, we bought one or two of this kind and a few of that kind and a couple of those ones too.
That’s about as organized as I ever intend to be.
