We switched our dishes yesterday. The old ones were nice, but they belonged to my queen’s grandmother and we’ve been using them for at least 10 years. There were some chips in the dishes and a couple plates have fallen on the ground over the years. Now we’re part of the blue and white club, the pattern is supposedly called Chinoiserie, but that might only refer to a specific style from Europe mimicking Chinese art. Chinoiserie might only be if the plate art is of a building and bridge, our’s have flowers. Over the years we’ve been good about slowly updating our lives. Maybe five years ago I got my queen a birthday present of copper pots as she’s always wanted that, also like her grandmother had. With the pots, dishes, and earlier in the year we got new silverware, we’ve pretty much got our dream kitchen. All we’re waiting for now is to slowly remove the bottles and kiddy utensils. Our upgrades make life more comfortable, the downside of that is making me softer and the struggles of life feel more harsh Or maybe they don’t, I’m trying to figure out the best way. This year we’ve been through so much and to keep everything we have feels like we had to get stronger. There were more stressors than we ever had before, including two young kids, and nothing was broken. Maybe making little details of my life better helps me to do more, that it’s one less thing to worry about or as I go through my day the objects give me a boost of positivity.
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