When Mark and I were planning our wedding, we were young. Twenty and twenty-two, to be exact. At that point in my life, I’d never eaten a single meal off china, so when it came time to register for dishes, I was confident we’d never need china. (Yes, I was quite wise at that young age, wasn’t I? *sigh*)
Who needs fancy plates anyway? Good grief, we’re not Kennedys or something. My parents never had china, so we would certainly be just fine without it. Besides, our friends were the same age as us, either working first jobs or still in college. It’s not like they could afford place settings in our favorite china pattern!
Of course, it’s 15 years down the road now and I see things differently. Today my mom has a beautiful set of china, and when I found out that Mark’s dad got rid of his mom’s china after she passed away, I might have actually shed a tear. It turns out fancy plates would be kind of nice.
I have to wonder: If I had china, would I use it?
Honestly, I don’t even know where I’d put it. I have too many [regular, not-fancy] plates as it is. And just last night, I was lamenting my lack of space in our small house. So it’s not like I have an empty china cabinet waiting for it. (But, for the record, if I did it would be full of books. Obviously.)
But more importantly, I wonder if I’m the kind of person to put away beautiful plates and mugs and saucers, never using them. On one hand, we have the porcelain doll collection of my childhood. I mean, dolls that are created (and purchased) for the express purpose of NOT BEING PLAYED WITH don’t necessarily teach a person to use the fancy china for lunch on Thursday. But in my defense, I didn’t buy those dolls for myself. (And they were pretty.)
So on the other hand, we have my dining room table – a lovely, expensive table that belonged to Mark’s mom and is currently marred by glitter glue, white-out, and a handful of other random scratches and scars. We’ve had it for approximately 18 months, so that wear and tear sounds about right, right?
Perhaps even more telling, though, is my use of perfume.
When I was in college, I found the best perfume. It smelled good in the store and on my wrist. It was perfect. (And it was, like, SO MUCH better than Exclamation or CK One!) It was sold only at Bath & Body Works – until the day it wasn’t. One week I was looking at an amazing sale – $5 a bottle! – and debating whether to buy a bunch of bottles, and the next I was wishing with every fiber of my needs-fragrance body that I’d bought an extra bottle. Because it had been discontinued.
Sad story, right? I KNOW! And it took me YEARS to find another scent I liked. I’ll spare you that story (for now…), but the point is I found one and I love it. So when my cousin bought me a set of lotion, body spray and perfume in my new favorite fragrance, I was super excited.
So excited that, at first, I barely used it.
Fortunately, I got over that pretty quickly. Now I wear it on a regular basis, sometimes even layering it up to smell REALLLLL good.
But most frequently, I spray a little bit in the vicinity of my neck right before bed.
Why do I do that? Not because I’m trying to impress my husband; he works nights. Not because I’m trying to make myself forget how long it’s been since I washed my sheets; don’t be gross. Nope. I put on that perfume because it smells good, and I like it. It makes me happy.
With that in mind, I think it’s quite possible I would use the fancy china I don’t have, if I had it. At least, I hope I would.
Wearing my favorite perfume whenever I want just because it makes me happy works for me!
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