So since Max was old enough to use plates and cups we have been an Ikea family. You know the ones I mean, the plastic brightly colored dishes small enough for little people and seen in just about every Mormon household.
Over the years I found that being so light and small made them ideal of portion control and laziness. I was beginning to use them almost exclusively. Two years ago my mom bought me a beautiful set of china for my birthday.
The blue and yellow pattern wasn't what I had registered for, that set I have none of because it was super expensive
yet I loved the pattern anyway and figured that I should at least pick the one I really like even if I never get any, anyway I loved the stuff my mom got me. I used these new plates occasionally but again my laziness would win out and Ikea would call to me. Then one evening about a year ago Jeff and I went out and a friend of ours watched the kids. When I arrived home I noticed that he had used my china to eat on. For a split second I was shocked! How? Why? Who does he think he is using the good china? Then I had a big flashing reality moment! What was he supposed to use the tiny child Ikea plates? For pete's sake why am I using them? That was when I decided I needed to be an adult and use adult plates. Really like it makes a difference to put one or the other in the dish washer. What was I saving them for? Why spend my life eating on plastic? I now have a no Ikea plate policy for myself. I am capable of eating off a plate without breaking it so I really have no need to use plastic. It has been a really nice change. There is something more satisfying about eating off a real plate. This was defiantly a change for the better.
Over the years I found that being so light and small made them ideal of portion control and laziness. I was beginning to use them almost exclusively. Two years ago my mom bought me a beautiful set of china for my birthday.
The blue and yellow pattern wasn't what I had registered for, that set I have none of because it was super expensive
yet I loved the pattern anyway and figured that I should at least pick the one I really like even if I never get any, anyway I loved the stuff my mom got me. I used these new plates occasionally but again my laziness would win out and Ikea would call to me. Then one evening about a year ago Jeff and I went out and a friend of ours watched the kids. When I arrived home I noticed that he had used my china to eat on. For a split second I was shocked! How? Why? Who does he think he is using the good china? Then I had a big flashing reality moment! What was he supposed to use the tiny child Ikea plates? For pete's sake why am I using them? That was when I decided I needed to be an adult and use adult plates. Really like it makes a difference to put one or the other in the dish washer. What was I saving them for? Why spend my life eating on plastic? I now have a no Ikea plate policy for myself. I am capable of eating off a plate without breaking it so I really have no need to use plastic. It has been a really nice change. There is something more satisfying about eating off a real plate. This was defiantly a change for the better.
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my parents were appalled that there were no paper plates in my cabinets. Even if I was going to eat off paper plates every day, I wouldn't give up prime cabinet real estate for something that is going to be thrown away.
My mom bought a bunch of paper plates to donate to tornado victims, and happily plopped a HUGE package of plates on my counter, saying "eat on these for a few weeks. You deserve to not to dishes for awhile."
while I appreciate the gesture (and the free stuff)...she does know that the forks and cups and spoons DO all have to get washed eventually, right?
I love your pretty new plates. Your mom has more earth friendly taste than my mom. ;)
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