I love dishes. Old, new, collectible, silly, fun, you name it. But I have a special place in my heart for my Moytt Staffordshire.
These are the dishes I remember from my childhood. My mother entertained a lot. Her parties were fun, loud, and lasted until the wee hours of the night.
So many of my favorite things have been hidden in cupboards and even in the garage! Yes. These beautiful dishes have been in the garage. For nearly ten years. Until, I recently found my white hutch
HERE.
These were never meant to be forgotten on some dusty shelf.
My mother used them regularly and always had them displayed in here Duncan Phyfe-like dining room set hutch. The children always got the square dishes. Funny, the things you remember.
My mother's
Cock-a-leekie soup always tasted better in these bowls.
Do I love them for the memories? Yes.
Do I love them for their story?
Yes; they were given to my mother by a friend...who thought they were horrid! I love that, because that's how they became mine.
And, I love them because they are beautiful...
They are not displayed in my hutch yet, but they will be. For now they are on the shelf in the bottom cupboard. But, they are safe...and they are mine.
Thank you mom, you knew they were special when your friend didn't want them and you knew they were special to me.
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