Wordless Wednesday: Bone China vs. Plastic
CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS? I was emptying the dishwasher on Thursday night. Nothing too exciting, but something that needed to be done so I could clean up from the day. We had been out playing at the aquarium and had a wonderful day with friends so I was running a bit behind on household chores. After getting everyone to bed I began to tackle the kitchen. On the counter sat my oatmeal from the morning in the everyday china we use.
Let me pause the story and explain that this china is Wedgwood Countryware which was bought while I was working in London over 22 years ago. I was single and at the end of some fantastic study abroad opportunities when I got the job in London in an architecture firm. When my parents came to visit me that summer we went to Stoke-on-Trent, which is known for it’s China factories. The china I bought during that trip is the dishware we use everyday in our house. There have been a few minor incidents over the years, but never really that much damage. These dishes have been sturdy. They’ve held up to family life just fine.
As I unloaded the dishwasher I picked up an IKEA plastic cup and put it into the cabinet, it slipped out of my hand. I heard a hard hit followed by a ‘clang’. When I looked down I saw this. Yes, the plastic cup was broken by a little plastic kid cup. It must have hit at just the right point on the bowl. I was completely amazed and mad at the same time. Just as I began to foolishly mourn the loss of a piece of china…a silly piece of china…one that represented a time in my life…from the silence came a song solo from my little one who was supposed to be asleep:
…There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And its bring me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul
And you played it
To the beat…
in a soulful sound. She sounded like a 40 year old jazz singer. A British singer.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Good grief my life is weird. So that explains my Wordless Wednesday photo. You already know I can never be wordless!
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