I have a veritable treasure trove of family china.
I have several sets of various grandmothers fine china, which live comfortably swaddled, sleeping away until those times when they are called into service. These are beautiful, stately dishes which take themselves very seriously.
I also have many of my lady ancestors everyday ware, and these are my favorites. Happy, humble, chipped, cracked, and crackled, these plates have really lived.
These are the pieces that I like to surround myself with, and so, my studio is liberally sprinkled with these old ladies. They remind me that aging is valuable, and that even when ones paramount function in life is past, one still has much of significance to offer.
Attached to my studio (which is, after all, simply a glorified bedroom) is a small powder room. I’ve never actually powdered anything in this room, but I like the way, “powder room” sounds, and I love the raised sink the previous home owners installed.
I recently brought my great grandmother’s everyday china home from my mother’s house, and I think it will be just the thing to add some history to my powder room.I’ll be using these adhesive plate hangers, which I’ve used in the past. I find these very reliable, easy to use, and they’re made in England, which is a nice change of place.
I dip my finger tips in a teacup of water and spread a thin layer over the back of the hanger. Then I wait a few minutes to allow the adhesive to set up and check in with Lilly to see what she’s up to…
She’s found her catnip sockie ~ what joy!Once the adhesive becomes tacky I can press the hanger onto the back of the clean plate and let it dry over night.Speaking of night, Lilly looks like she’s ready for a good night’s sleep.The next day, I start hanging all the plates randomly on the wall above the sink, and, as usual, I have a helper…
Ellis makes sure I achieve proper plate placement. It’s always nice to have his input in these delicate matters.
With Ellis’s assistance I finish in record time, and I’m happy with the result. The only trouble is, I’m running out of wall space. Well, it must be time to commandeer some from other parts of the house. Pretty soon, my plates will trickle out into the hall and down the stairs…. After all, what are walls for, if not to hang things upon?
May you find joy in the simplest of things!