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Tuesday, December 17, 2019

The Good Dishes

In the storage closet underneath my stairs, I have boxes of dishes. Like the original boxes these dishes were packed in from the manufacturer. Lots of them. I have all different sizes. I have platters. I have a gravy boat. I have serving bowls.

As you might have guessed since all of them are still in their original boxes, I've never used them. Ever. And even for the holidays, I have more casual plates and serving bowls, platters, etc.

I've thought about selling them more than once. I've even checked out the pricing on this site that sells dishes to people who've broken or chipped one piece of their sets, but I've never done more than this. I might never do more than this.

You see, my mom spent years carefully buying me a place setting here, a serving bowl there. If she had extra money, she got me something for this set of dishes. And now that she's gone, I find it almost impossible to part with anything she invested time in. Like getting me these dishes.

Although, as I think about it, I'd probably be hanging onto them even is she were still living because it would hurt her to realize that I sold something she spent so much time on for me.

I'm sure I'll still have these dishes--in their boxes--when I die. In the meantime, they'll be hoarding space I need in my storage closet.