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I love estate sales, and I have an uncanny and (un)fortunate ability to find great deals at them. So I found a 58 set of dishes for $35, and the woman who was running it threw in a set of glass bowls and pewter platters along with it.
Do I need more dishes? No. Do I absolutely love hoarding them and being able to cycle them in and out of rotation based on the seasons, my current mood, and the phase of the moon? Abso-fucking-lutely.
Some examples. There's three varieties of plate, three sizes of bowls, a frankly obscene amount of teacups, three pictures, a gravy pourer, a butter tray, and then all the glassware/metal shit on top of it, so I'll totally be set for next year's Christmas.
Do I need more dishes? No. Do I absolutely love hoarding them and being able to cycle them in and out of rotation based on the seasons, my current mood, and the phase of the moon? Abso-fucking-lutely.
Some examples. There's three varieties of plate, three sizes of bowls, a frankly obscene amount of teacups, three pictures, a gravy pourer, a butter tray, and then all the glassware/metal shit on top of it, so I'll totally be set for next year's Christmas.
