My solution to the dish thing, though admittedly an imperfect one (it works most of the time but dishes get behind when there's massive stress like we've just had with MIL moving into nursing home + norovirus spread through household + dead car), was sort of the opposite: I bought pretty dishes that I love that were easier to clean than the ones I used to have. Fiestaware rocks my world. Sometime when I have enough shiny-things money around to justify this, I will likewise be upgrading silverware, probably to Oneida's Paul Revere pattern (I pick this one because it is simple and easy to clean as well as being one of the Patterns for Life AND having a kid's design - in fact, my mother bought several sets of the kid version for Alex and she loves them.)
My most embarrassing dish story is that I literally packed half of my dishes still dirty for one move and they were still in boxes eight months later, until the lovely gentleman who is now my husband (and at that time was my boyfriend of about five weeks) decided to open up the scary boxes and deal with them while I was at work - this after finishing up a night shift at a convenience store and driving the about two-hour trip to my place. It's frightening to realize just what a mess I was back then, literally and figuratively.
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Date: 2009-01-15 04:09 am (UTC)My most embarrassing dish story is that I literally packed half of my dishes still dirty for one move and they were still in boxes eight months later, until the lovely gentleman who is now my husband (and at that time was my boyfriend of about five weeks) decided to open up the scary boxes and deal with them while I was at work - this after finishing up a night shift at a convenience store and driving the about two-hour trip to my place. It's frightening to realize just what a mess I was back then, literally and figuratively.