The fancy plates...

I have a china set that I received as a graduation gift. My Mom had a set that my Dad had given to her and then a partial set that she received when her Mother died. As a teen, I remember eating on the china almost every Sunday. Fancy cloth napkins were used and folded in neat patterns. (I used to have a thing for folding napkins. I quit because I don't have a set of cloth napkins. Hmmmm....Christmas idea.) Anyways, I have fond memories of spending a really nice Sunday dinner together with my family, something that usually didn't happen so much during the week.

Fast forward**I don't know how my Mom ever let us use her china. I try not to be overly crazy with the kids but I like my china. It was expensive. It can't easily be replaced and I'm always a little afraid that something will get broken. However, every now and again Maxine pleads with me to use the fancy dishes and stemware for a Sunday dinner and I agree. I hold my breath while the kids help me set the table. I try not to faint during dinner while the kids use the utensils. And generally, everything is fine. (One time, the lid to the teapot broke but it was my fault. Go figure.) But what cracks me up is the fact that eating on the plates made in China brings out the British accents.

Happy Sunday to ya!