Thank you all for the bridal registry suggestions – they have been suuuuper helpful! I love hearing what makes people happy. And if you want more awesome suggestions, hop over to Sweet Tea and Sunshine – Sherilee’s readers had some great ideas, too. I would be hating life if I forgot to register for an ice cream maker, and Sherilee saved me. Thank you!
The whole china / no china debate is interesting. I love china, mostly because it’s pretty – not because I have a china-using debutante lifestyle. However, the big reason why I’m not registering for china is because I have my grandma’s set.
When my grandparents were moving out of the home they’d lived in for 40 years and into an assisted living facility, my grandma had a few things she was very particular about. And one of those things was that I would get her china.
I was 26 and shacking up with Ex-Ex at the time. Maybe Grandma knew he was a loser who would never marry me. Or maybe she knew that I was the one person in the family who would truly treasure the china. At any rate, it became mine.
The pattern has tiny pink and pale green flowers on it. As a youngun’, I used to think it was sort of weird to have pink plates. But, then Grandma had a pink bathroom, too.
But the really weird thing? I started collecting vintage kitchen items – in pink. And my kitchen? I painted it a pale green. Without intending such a thing, I designed my kitchen around my grandma’s china – the plates that she used all the time because she loved to feed her family.
I figured out in about fifth grade that the secret to eating at Grandma’s was to take freakishly small portions so that you would always have room for seconds. Otherwise, both of my grandparents would assume that the food wasn’t to your liking, or that you were sick. If my grandpa was serving, you had to tell him “when” early, knowing that he’d put an extra dollop on your plate.
My family still jokes, “More beans? I can heat up some more rolls. How about another piece of pie?” at pretty much every meal. It’s endearing to us that these two people were so focused on nurturing the people they loved. It’s even more meaningful when you think that they started their married life during the Depression, on a farm in western Kansas – my 19-year-old grandma, her groom … and his three teen-aged brothers.
So, when I tell you that she could stretch some bread crumbs and a can of peaches into a feast? You know I’m telling you the truth.
And that’s why I, personally, am not registering for china. I already have the most precious set imaginable.