Sunday, February 14, 2016
The Subconscious Mind
For Christmas this year my mother and my mother-in-law each generously gave me six sets of Royal Albert's Miranda Kerr designed 3-piece set of bone China; each set includes an 8 inch plate with a cup and saucer. I am really looking forward to hosting a lovely spring dinner party where we can dine so wonderfully with this very feminine China. The 8 inch plate will work lovely as a salad plate. Or, I can host a tea party for twelve.
I enjoy fine China, sterling silverware, diamonds, and art. Even though I'm middle aged, I don't own any China (beyond this tea set); I only have three place settings of Francis I Sterling by Reed and Barton; there's not a diamond under my roof, and the most exciting piece of art I own was given to me by my husband's dear friend Tim. Interesting how these things go in life. I recognize that this "stuff" (China! Silver! Diamonds! Art!) would not make me any happier in life but it still entertains me to a very great extent. We all get our thrills in our own unique ways.
These 12 sets of 3-piece China delight me, perhaps more so since this is my first China, to a very great extent. This week, after weeks of being back ordered, my husband's mother dropped off six sets in our house.
The sets arrive in hat boxes. They're packaged beautifully. I quickly unpacked them and loaded them into my cabinets to enjoy looking at all 12 sets together. That night I had dreams all night about accidentally throwing away an unpacked box of China. The next morning, while I was about to truck the empty boxes to the recycling bend, I remembered my dreams. I went inside and counted my China. I only had 11 plates. I counted five times. I only had 11 plates. I went through all the emptied boxes and I found one unpacked plate. Now I have 12 plates.
Isn't that interesting? My subconscious mind was yelling at me all night long: You forgot to unpack a plate!