These stonewashed beauties are true relics of the past. They belonged to my stepmother during her college years and made their way up to my first New York City apartment seven years ago, packaged in newspapers. Over the years, they have done the trick. They harbored my Honey Bunches of Oats during law school, sizzled in the microwave with Trader Joe’s teriyaki chicken when that was my idea of a home-cooked meal, and carried more hits, misses, Valentine’s Day lasagnas and milestone cakes than I can count. Notably, they are orange, one of the two important colors in a household of Florida Gators. They have been dropped (but never thrown), and always survive.
So, for those who have asked: yes, we did register for new place settings. They are Vera Wang, gray and white, and living in my mother’s basement in New Jersey (thanks, family!). Once the Manhattan Real Estate Lords grant us a new lease, they will join us in our next home, hopefully within the year. Until then, enjoy a little slice of history, but don’t expect much of a show.