Bad news. While in the UK, while my guard was completely down, I fell in love with a set of Spode china. You Southern ladies will know exactly what I’m talking about. I know about y’all. You each have about ninety-nine sets that you inherited from aunts and grandmothers and another ninety-nine that you got for your wedding. But we are much more austere out here in the West, and I have been quite happy with my set of white buffet plates while I change out the table linens and serving pieces to suit my color needs and whims.
I do have my grandmother’s Haviland china, which I adore, but it only has six dinner plates and each delicate piece costs an arm and a leg. And I have a large set of Franciscan Ware (Desert Rose) from my mother which we used for years, but it is packed away right now. (After visiting Mississippi a few weeks ago, I was pretty sure I should unpack it, but truth be told, I would need to purchase a large china cabinet to hold it and then figure out where to fit it.)
So last week while my daughter and I were shopping around in Oxford, I bumped into some china that just sang to me (as Rachel would say). I bought a couple of pieces that I couldn’t resist and broke the bad news to my husband and family that I think I will now have to start accumulating more of this stuff. I’m already setting the table in my mind and wondering how food will look on these adorable dishes. Do you know of any hot lines where I can get help?