There's a mystery in my home today and I don't know about you, but I am not fond of mysteries. My tale begins many years ago, in the houseware's department at Macy's. I was newly engaged and registering.
I had fallen deeply in love with a set of dishes from Italy and my mom bought them for me as a shower gift. They were so pretty, chunky and white, hand painted, with small yellow tulips and purple and green accents. Gosh, I loved that set.
We ate dinner on those plates every night in our newlywed apartment and they were the main decor inspiration when we bought our first tiny cottage the following year. I was a pastel girl back then.
When we moved into our current home and installed glass cabinets, it became very clear that my beloved set was not going to work. It did not match the decor any longer, as I had moved on to my red phase. Plus, the dishes were almost a decade old, some had broken, still others were faded or chipped. I needed a new set.
I scoured the catalogs, hit the stores and finally found one at Pottery Barn. Boring and predictable. I know, but I really liked them and the price was right. It wasn't that intense first love feeling I had with my Caleca set, but I was smitten.
So Emma came home with me. I bought service for eight in yellow. I grabbed an additional setting for four, in the same pattern off the clearance shelf, to mix in a few bold pops for drama.
They were red.
As the years passed and I lost many of those pieces, I displayed just the yellow. When the yellow pieces broke, I picked up more and then even a few more to keep on hand in case there were additional casualties. I was always afraid they would discontinue the color and I would be stuck with an uneven number of dishes.
We could eat on paper plates, but I could not have poorly decorated cabinets. Those dishes were more than functional, they were lit up behind glass and artfully arranged. They were a focal feature, flanking my hood. I needed symmetry and I wasn't taking any chances.
However, accidents happen and things break. Bowls always seem to go first. With this in mind, at one point I believe I had about ten of them. You know, just in case.
A year or two later, there were nine.
Two weeks ago I counted eight.
Today, when I emptied the dishwasher, I was down to four.
What? I looked all over ~ in cabinets, the fridge, the kids' rooms, the freezer, the garbage pail, the pantry, my room and even the basement. No bowls.
I questioned my husband first and then moved on to the kids. Everyone gave the me same blank stare. I promised them I wouldn't be mad, I just wanted to know what happened to them. I asked if anyone knew where they were, did you lend them out, take them somewhere, throw them away by accident, break them?
No, no, no and no were the answers, except from the baby, who told me, "Mom, seriously, if I broke them do you think I would clean them up by myself?" She is fifteen...and sadly the answer is no.
So where are my bowls?
Well, the kids are convinced we have a ghost. Last summer we had to buy new silverware because all of our salad forks disappeared one day, also without explanation.
Although, I really think that someone borrowed those and never returned them. My family lives close by, we share everything, have parties and holidays together and we all have keys. That one is easier to explain, even if no one is copping to it, but four yellow Pottery Barn bowls in one day?
Really? Who wants those?
Well, ghost or no ghost, I am down to four yellow bowls. It's very upsetting and I have banned everyone from using them. Pottery Barn still carries them online, but I just can't bear to lose another one. In the meantime, the kids are fighting over the remaining red bowl and a few plastic storage containers, telling me it's impossible to eat cereal off of a plate.
I'm sorry, but I don't have any sympathy. I'm too busy missing my pretty yellow bowls. They may not have been my first love, but I really thought we were in this for the long haul. I have grown to love them and cherish them. I need those bowls back.
Did you know Emma comes in white?
Have you ever lost dishes?? I mean this one is odd, right?
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