For more than fifteen years I have searched for the perfect dinnerware. The set I coveted, Rosenthal porcelain, was always out of budget. But I refused to get cheap stuff I didn't love. There's a story about an argument with Mom in a Walmart over a toaster in this history of waiting for what I really want. In the meantime, a hodgepodge of three or four basic diner plates have gotten me through the years.
Just yesterday I was talking about how I'm down to just two plates. It had become a thing---the search, the rejection, the hope, the disappointment---truth be told, I enjoyed the hunt.
Today, there on the shelf at Legacies, was a gleaming white set of perfect vintage Japanese porcelain (Fukagawa). I finally committed!