I didn’t really notice how paltry our collection of silverware — by which I mean stainless steel eating implements — had become until Thanksgiving of last year. I was setting the table and could only come up with seven dinner forks from two unmatched sets, although we had an insane number of salad/dessert forks.
(Did our forks go to the same place socks go?)
Fortunately, our table was hosting exactly seven. We were covered for the day without having to break into my husband’s grandmother’s actual silverware — whose forks could be used for body piercing. I set the table, making a mental note that our upcoming 25th anniversary would be a great time to buy a new cutlery set, it being our silver anniversary and all.
When the big day rolled around this week — and we were celebrating with Chinese takeout, as that is the only restaurant food that meets every family member’s dietary needs and so many other ways of celebrating feel out of the question given COVID — I was in such a mood that I almost opted for the plastic forks that came with the meal.
Milestone — and mood — passed, I made an unexpected decision on the silverware thing. When we started off our marriage, it mattered to me that we had matching service for 10. But, somewhere along the line, our household turned into a beach cottage.
We have a vintage globe on top of the refrigerator. A turquoise fan from the 50s is on a counter. Beach glass is stored in jars on the sink window’s sill. A bag of swim and picnic gear hangs in the pantry in the summer, knitting supplies taking their place in the winter.
Times have changed. We have changed. Our cutlery can change, too. I bought a handful of forks at Target for $1.49 each, added them to the drawer and called it a day. I figure we have enough to last until our 50th.