Broken bowl

My folks bought my Englishman and me a new set of dishes while they were visiting in November. The set is a Christmas present, but we've been using them for a month already. That's just how it is in my family. It's a lovely Denby set of plates and pasta bowls. I didn't like the cereal bowls however, and decided to go on a search for something fun or unique.

Here are some of the candidates (more cellphone pics!), none of which of my Englishman approved:







I finally decided on these latté bowls from Anthropologie, because I liked the colour palette (which sort of went with the Denby's) and that we could buy a selection. I realized later they were familiar to me because of this post on nienie. So a nice little connection there. And a tradition I like.









As I sat at my computer this morning while Sweetpea ate some cheerios on the couch from one of the blue bowls in the living room (she's sick, and when you're sick in this house lounging on the couch with bowls of food is required), I heard the unmistakable shatter.

Tears, remorse. Oh dear.

When I asked what happened...

"...well, I was just taking it off my head..."

Luckily, I still have a gift card with just enough on it for another bowl. Because we try not to cry over spilt milk in this house. Or broken bowls, for that matter.

p.s. Sweepea took some money out of her piggy bank to replace the bowl.