Eat, Drink, and Be Colorful

September 10, 2008 in Color,Drinking,Eating,The kitchen with 2 Comments

Maybe it’s because I grew up in homes where most of the flatware was acquired secondhand. Maybe it’s because I was frequently taken to restaurants in an era in which mismatched flatware was considered the height of chic. Or maybe it’s because I’ve never really thought about picking out my china pattern with any degree of seriousness.

Pfaltzgraff is hard to spellA tree grows...on your plateI love chocolate mint!
Very Mexican restaurant, but nice nonethelessThis is where the cock jokes start...Orange you glad I found these?

Whatever the reason for my slightly schizoid kitchenware preferences, I’ll take two of each of these, please. If you’re as crazy as I am, click the pics for more info!

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2 Responses to “Eat, Drink, and Be Colorful”

  1. Twistie September 10, 2008 at 10:27 am #

    I’m seriously loving the bottom left and bottom right patterns…I seem to be having a serious orange period, here.

    Actually, I think the two square patterns could definitely work together, and I feel sure that green earthenware would do nicely mixed in with any of the round patterns. In fact, I’m really feeling it with the chickens.

    Mix and more-or-less match has always appealed strongly to me.

  2. Never teh Bride September 11, 2008 at 6:23 pm #

    I didn’t used to like it, Twistie. I especially hated it when I was growing up and I’d go to friends’ houses whose parents had fancy matching china. I was JEALOUS. Why didn’t we have fancy matching china, I wondered. It was only later when my mom started making the big bucks and we went to all of these lovely little Italian and fusion restaurants in NYC that I started to appreciate this look.