My favourite plates, made decades ago and bought years ago. These plates hold no specific memories, or belonged to anyone special, that I know of, before me. These plates I bought simply because I loved them.
This was a most splendid of winter days. The air is chilled, the crunch of snow underfoot, the biting frost at my finger tips. It's a day to go outside and fill your lungs with cold crisp air and then to retire to the sofa with a blanket and warm drink. It was a day to be alive.
Why then am I behaving like Spring has sprung? Why am I hauling everything I possess from any and every cupboard in the house and creating mounds in my back room of junk to go?
That's when I rediscovered my favourite plates, hidden and gathering dust. Not anymore, I intent to use them daily.
Like I say it's a day a be alive and not to save everything for a day that never is.
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