i think i could eat bread and cheese for every meal and be pleased as punch. couldn't you? (i did one month, actually, and gained a good cheese-y five pounds, thanks).
so, i spent a solid 12 hours with our storage in idaho two weeks ago, staring down my long lost collection of things that i love and treasure, all the while sort of sniffling like a ninny, and also occasionally taking breaks to stroke things longingly. i make no bones about it: pretty things make me happy. i attach a lot of significance to things. and maybe it's shallow, but there it is. i promised brandon i'd be ruthless with those storage boxes, and i was--we set aside over twenty boxes of pure crap to send to the goodwill, but at the end of the day there were still a few boxes of vintage china i'd collected over the years that i have no room for but just could not part with, plus one extra special box of odds and ends that made my soul sing when i looked at them.
to rationalize bringing that small box home with me i came to the conclusion that these things just need to be used. every day, all the time. not just displayed, and no more "saving for special occasions." today is a special occasion! i am a special occasion! even if it's just a wednesday night and it's only me eating cheerios for dinner.
i'd already made the first steps toward this mindset when we moved back to the city three years ago. we were short on a shipping budget, so i only packed our six settings of wedding silver in the "to-go kitchen" box. and that's just what we've been using every day. silver spoons, for heavens sake. it's ridiculous but they're just so pretty, and every time i use them i'm reminded of that afternoon we spent registering for freaking silver, a million bucks a setting, and i was like, who in their right minds is going to buy this for us? (only my grandparents, so, that makes sense.) it was especially comical that first year in that tiny apartment when i was eight months pregnant and eating off-brand hot pockets for every meal, but i was eating those off-brand hot pockets with my wedding silver.... so. ;)
a few months back i bought a brooklyn slate cheese board from murray's cheese shop in the village, and since then i am ashamed to say it has just sat there in the cupboard doing absolutely nothing with itself. waiting for the right moment i suppose. but the other night at "dinner" (no kidding, pre-made trader joe's chicken + barley soup and a pre-made trader joe's bagged salad, i am such a chef), i realized i had some stilton blue and a black pepper chevré and enough salami to feed an army (salamiiiiiii), so i decided to take my own advice and make a special occasion of it.
and then two of our favorite people came over to join us, so it really was a special occasion! see how that happens?
and maybe i've been watching too much downton abbey this week (you can watch the whole season three RIGHT HERE right now!), but, what if we all just started eating on our wedding china all the time? what if we wore our "special pearls" and sparkly clothes on, like, a thursday afternoon? just because "it's after six, and what am i, a farmer?"
don't you think it just might change our lives?