Paper plates used to be a must-have item in our house. Hubby would get nervous when we ran out. If he ever found what looked like it might be a grocery list lying around, he would jot down “paper plates, please.”
Here are all of the dishes laid out on the table. What appears to be “a plate” is actually a stack of plates.
Here are the ones I’m parting with:
I love them all, but they are no longer complete sets, so I chose to go with the white ones that I have plenty of. And I’m also keeping the white melamine plates. With just the white ones, I have plenty for when we have guests over.
I’m also keeping the blue celadon ones, even though I rarely use them, because I trekked through the mountains of Thailand on an elephant to get to the factory where they were made. (Not really, but I did the elephant trek and went to the factory on the same trip so it makes a good story.)
Here’s the finished cabinet. Notice how there’s a place for everything?
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