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Use the Fancy China (31 Days of Nest Building: day 8)

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When packing up a home to move, you have two realizations: how much stuff you actually have, and how little of it you use.

Some of it becomes easy to part with. Some of it is trickier.

For example, the antique china that used to be my great-grandmother’s was stacked in the highest corner cabinet of my kitchen—theoretically usable, but rarely used.

Enfolding each plate in bubble wrap, I gazed at the pale flowers on them, the placement and color varying slightly on each plate. They are quite beautiful.

Why not eat on them? What good are plates tucked away? They were made to be used and loved. If they aren’t, why bother keeping them in the first place?

In the new house, these plates are easily in reach. I use them for everyday, ordinary meals and snacks. They are a fair amount smaller than our other dinner plates. Portion sizes have really grown over the years, I guess. So maybe it will be good for my nutrition. It doesn’t really matter, though, because they are good for my soul.

31days-webThroughout October, I will be continuing this story  of getting acquainted with my home and making it my own as part of the 31 days challenge. Catch up on any posts you may have missed here: 31 Days of Nest Building.


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