Tuesday, April 02, 2013

This Is Your Mother's Nail Polish

What are you looking at?
Growing up, my best friend Lori and I had virtually matching sets of toys: Fisher Price Little People and accoutrements, Baby Crissy, Quick Curl Barbie (without Mod Hair Ken), etc. (Looking back, I'm struck by the veritable childhood riches.) I feel like plucking the Barbies from my garage right now and heading over to my sister's house toute de suite. If only it weren't too late for me to go outside and play, the streetlights having come on and all ...

In fact, after I rented this house, I had to wonder how much of my decision stemmed from it reminding me of my first Little People residence. Then I drew some rugs on the floor and plates on the table, and I was set!  OK, I'm joking, but wouldn't that be funny?

Anyway, my mom was faced with a dilemma: When she called me home for dinner, how was I supposed to figure out which toys were mine, and which were Lori's?

Brilliant!
Quite simply, she dabbed a spot of nail polish on the bottom of my toys.

Fast forward a couple or three decades.

Following my dad's death in 2005, I found myself with a few pieces of my mom's china, but not enough for a table setting. So I took to the vast promise that is the Interwebs and tracked down as many pieces of the Silver Clover design from Japan (is anyone else tickled by china coming from Japan?) as I could find.

I thank my OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder) for this. Also in the name of OCD, after it all arrived, I felt the need to set Mom's "real" china apart from its step-family.

What do you think I did?

And that's how polish made an authentic Polish Easter dinner for my brother, sister and me.
Mom's china on the magic table


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