I've always thought fine china was sort of silly - sitting in a hutch longing for someone to use it.
My grandmother has her china right along side her everyday dishware. She'll set the table with the beautifully painted dishes if there is even one or two of us over for lunch. It's like even one visitor or a small gathering of company is special enough to her and it makes us feel special, too.
If she ever passes it down to me, her china will be right along side my regular 'ole dishware, too, just waiting for a visitor.
How does your dishware remind you of home, family and tradition?
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