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Broken Plate Stories

Everyone has broken a plate. In some cases the event was forgettable, the plate was forgettable, and the plate ends up in the trash. Sometimes though, the plate belonged to a family member or friend, or was used on a very important day, and for some reason, you just can't seem to throw the pieces away. I hear these stories every day, and everytime the story ends in the same way, “I have the pieces in a box, just waiting to do something with them.”

It is no wonder people carry such sentimental value with their plates. Most of the quality time spent with family is spent eating. Most great conversation happens in the kitchen. Most mothers, grandmothers and friends show love by preparing a great meal. When a plate breaks people save the shards to hold on to what or who the plate represents. I have had the honor of working with broken wedding plates, plates salvaged from hurricane Katrina and plates that survived fires, just to name a few. Every plate has a story!

No one likes to see something break-even if that thing has no relationship to them whatsoever. Even if they’re completely unattached. Why is that? I wonder. It is, after all, the inevitable fate of a plate, isn’t it? If it’s not away, that is. If it’s put to its intended purpose-as a vessel, something useful, something human hands are meant to handle and interact with. The natural fate of a plate-and therefore the appropriate one-is hat it be chipped or cracked or broken. Why should that decrease its value?
–Broken For You, Stephanie Kallos