Recently I posted a picture of some dishes on the photo-sharing website, flickr, with the title: Too Many Dishes. Someone commented to the effect that the words "too many" and "dishes" should never be used in the same sentence. And I thought maybe the title should have been: Never Enough Dishes. Because it's an obsession. Truly.
Now, I have alot of dishes. I was fortunate enough to inherit sets from my mother and my aunt. And I have bought some of my own over the years. Do I need more? No. Do I want more? Yes. Do I covet more? Absolutely.
Confession: Sometimes I set the dining room table in the middle of the morning, even though I'm not having a dinner party. Just because I love my dishes. But you do that too, right? (Please say you do even though you probably think I need lots of therapy.) After all, it's not as bad as staying up till 3am reading trashy romance novels and eating semi-sweet chocolate morsels straight from the bag. (OK, I may have done that once, but it was an emergency, alright? Sheesh.)
Anyway, I just love dishes. Which is your favorite setting?