This is a story of Christmas dishes. A cautionary tale. Many years ago, my mother gave my sister-in-law a set of Christmas dishes. Service for eight. I’m sure her intentions were good, but plainly emblazoned on the side of the carton were the chilling words, “Hand wash only.” Not words that a busy young mother with a full time job would be excited to read. The dishes remained in the box.
Years passed and the unpacked box somehow made its way to my house. I honestly don’t remember when or how. Adding a hand washing requirement to a set of dishes during the busy holidays didn’t fit into my hectic schedule either. The box remained in our attic and was moved, along with everything else, to the Cape, narrowly missing inclusion in a garage sale.
Last year, I finally decided to unpack that box. Hand washing still wasn’t on my agenda, but I was willing to see what happened if they went through a dishwasher cycle. Bottom line: nothing happened. Perhaps the colors would fade with repeated washing, but would that really matter?
Things are meant to be used and enjoyed. The Christmas dishes are now part of the holidays around here, much to the delight of my granddaughter. Maybe, she’ll want them someday, even if the colors have dimmed.
Really happy that I ignored the directions on the box. Only wish I had had the common sense to do it sooner. The dishes belong on the table creating memories; not in the the attic gathering dust.