Stuff you never think about when you are blinded by love in the window of a home furnishings store...

A few years ago, when I bought our current house, I fell in love with some beautiful plates at Z gallerie.  Pretty. square. sassy, seafoam-green plates.  And my wonderful parents bought me a set for Christmas.  I loved them.  They were so funky and didn't you hear that square plates actually make you lose weight because you eat less?

Well, soon I found out why God did not intend for us to have square plates.  You knock those dumb corners into everything - the cabinet, the dishwasher, the sink, the granite countertops...it's impossible to put them away without chipping one.  I have dents in my cabinet interiors and a few chips in the granite courtesy of these demon plates.  Oh and the plates fared much worse then the granite.  Half of them had major chips in them, so much so that we'd have to whip out the fancy plates whenever company came for dinner because we couldn't assemble a set of four without major crackage.  Another thing, microwaves were built for round plates.  The square dinner plate was too big and clunked on the door with every rotation so whenever we heated something up we'd hear THUMP....THUMP...THUMP...above the regular whirring microwave sounds.  Third problem was the bowls.  Square bowls.  Ever try mixing something up in a square?  Like Oatmeal for instance.  Stuff gets hung up in the corners. I resorted to beating eggs in a mug because the square bowls just didn't work at all with a whisk.


Anyway, Kurt finally said one day  "I work too hard all day to have to eat off of chipped plates" or some revelation like that.  So now, the infamous plates are half in the trash and half (the good half) in a box on its way to Goodwill.  I did feel a little bit like a hoarder though...thinking, "well I could keep those plates and use them in a mosaic art project someday." Right.  Like that'll ever happen.  I have adopted the mantra if "someday" isn't in the next few weeks, then it needs to go.  So bye-bye square plates.  I will miss your funkiness, but you have been replaced by standard round, white dinnerware from Ikea.  Sometimes it doesn't pay to be different.