Those who are longtime readers of this page know my love of Blue Willow dishes. It all began as heartbreak when I was five years old and my own toy set was broken. When I finally had a home of my own as a newlywed, I found a used cup and saucer in the pattern. How I prized that blue and white! Then in the 70’s lots of Willow showed up in the pages of Country Living since Blue Willow was a common dish in Colonial and Primitive periods. My mother-in-law began to decorate and use blue and white which I loved. I started picking up a plate here, a cup there. It was hard to find and DH got in on the search because he came to love the pattern too.
Suddenly, it feels like the dishes are breeding like rabbits. This table is just ONE plastic storage bin for the least used pieces. Then there are the loaded kitchen cabinets because I believe in using my loved things, not just owning them. The hutch, both above and below, is full. There are odd pieces out and about on tables.
So, I decided this weekend to gather it all up together and weed. But that is hard to do! DH would see a piece and say surely it was worth keeping. Then, what if things got broken? Here were replacements in our hoard. In the end, I did find some lesser pieces and duplicates I could sacrifice but not many.
Oh, downsizing is so painful because I love pieces like they are my children. Each was bought on a trip, on a memorable day, or somehow reminds me of the joy of the hunt. But…I must turn loose of something here in this house with hopes that someone will love my pieces for me.