Mystery of the White Plate
I have always enjoyed a style of home decor that some might call … eclectic. For years, I had a “set” of plates and bowls that were each-different-from-the-other, individuals that I’d bought at Pier One or other places because I liked the shape and/or the color. Mark, however, is a normal person, who enjoys eating in a kitchen that doesn’t resemble a jumble shop. Our compromise, one that has worked perfectly? We got Fiestaware – a dozen place settings, two each of six different colors, with a few singletons thrown in. I make a point of never using the same color at the same meal.
Now, one of those place settings is white. There isn’t anything wrong with white – it looks clean and neat and simple. But it’s boring. Even Mark believes that it’s boring.
And somehow, mysteriously, the white dinner plate, salad plate, and bowl get to the bottom of their respective stacks, so that they’re the least used.
I’ve wondered about this for ages. What is it about the patterns of use that lead to white always getting to the bottom? Is it the way we load the dishwasher? The way we stack the dishes in the cabinet? Do we shuffle past the white, without realizing it, the way that the too-small dress or the too-tight pants get edged to the back of the closet?
I mentioned this perplexing problem to Mark the other day. He said, “I put the white on the bottom, each time that it gets used and washed.”
Huh. Mystery solved. No mysterious powers of the universe to report, here in Klaskyville.
Mindy, who is starting to feel sorry for the white plate and will use it more often, so that its feelings don’t get hurt