Of all the old-fashioned things I do, collecting odd china plates is the most antiquated of all. I know I'm not the only one. There are about five of us. And by odd I don't mean rare, but unmatched, lost, left behind, orphaned.
I have a somewhat irrational idea that there is something I can do with a spare plate just because it's pretty. But that list of things is really quite small. Let's see, you can hang it like a picture (quite effectively at times), and put it on display on a shelf, and. . . and. . . what's that third thing? Oh yes, a plate is a plate is a plate. Even with a rose on it. . . .
In my defense, I have moved on quite a few things. One of my recent visitors remarked that it is looking less cluttered around here, and it pleased me more than anything else that could have been said, because I have been working on just that, so hard, for so long.
I wouldn't want to deceive you about decluttering, though. After all, here I have this pile of pretty plates right in front of you in plain sight as evidence against me. But the clearer my space becomes, the more "scope for imagination" I have, as Anne of Green Gables would say. I have a cleaner canvas for creativity, and the room to operate in. . . .
I'll never be a skinny decorator (in EITHER sense of that word). I find too much delight in far too many things for that. There will always be a little pile of pretty plates in some corner around here. But soon I'm going to leave a little room for the imagination. And as Anne says, "It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?"
This dish is pretty inside and out!
This sweet mark is on the plate pictured below, bottom right.
I hope your weekend dreams come true!
(I'm off to see the Iron Lady.)
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