So, you'd think a girl would learn, right? Apparently not.
Yesterday, I had 15 minutes to kill between an errand and picking up my daughter at school; it wasn't enough time to head home, but it was too long to sit and wait at school. So I hopped over to our local Goodwill store.
Mr. Hat pointed out that it was exactly the amount remaining for him to spend for my Christmas gifts. So I wished me a merry Christmas and decided I'd head over there first thing, praying no one else snapped it up in the meantime.
Sure enough - they were still there! And now they aren't. Now they're at my house, looking lovely and making me giddy happy.
All 11 dinner plates, 10 square salad plates, 9 bread & butters, 4 soup bowls, 1 precious berry bowl.
Suddenly, I know exactly how I'm setting my table for Christmas this year. Looks good with my newly vintaged bottle-brush trees, no? (Would you believe this tree started out as one of those green ones you see with ceramic villages and train sets? True. And I have an army of them.)
So, thanks "Santa!" You did swell.