My favourite plates, made decades ago and bought years ago.  These plates hold no specific memories, or belonged to anyone special, that I know of, before me.  These plates I bought simply because I loved them. 

This was a most splendid of winter days.  The air is chilled, the crunch of snow underfoot, the biting frost at my finger tips.  It's a day to go outside and fill your lungs with cold crisp air and then to retire to the sofa with a blanket and warm drink.  It was a day to be alive.

Why then am I behaving like Spring has sprung?  Why am I hauling everything I possess from any and every cupboard in the house and creating mounds in my back room of junk to go?

That's when I rediscovered my favourite plates, hidden and gathering dust.  Not anymore, I intent to use them daily. 

Like I say it's a day a be alive and not to save everything for a day that never is.