I love salad plates. I don't mean that I collect them, because collecting them would mean buying them, and buying them would mean having them. And I already have too many things. But I love the ones that I have, and I love to admire the ones that I don't have. These are the salad plates that inhabit my cupboards (oh, and please pardon the strawberries. They look a little more bedraggled than I expected).
These were my Grandma's everyday dishes. I love them so much they almost give me a lump in my throat. Even though I use them every day, they make me think of her every time I see them.
My marvelous sister gave me this adorable plate. It's actually part of a set of four - there's a bunch of grapes, a peach and an apple to go along with the cherries. I love it. Aren't the cherries just so cheery?
I once saw a dish pattern in a magazine and just fell in love with it. It was called "Grandma's Kitchen" and was so sweet and vintagy that it made you want to go out and plant a Victory Garden or something. Anyway, I later found the dishes on clearance at our local discount department store, and simply couldn't resist .
My parents used to live in Maine, and when I went to visit we would sometimes go to the outlets in Freeport. We found these absolutely fabulous rabbit plates at a pottery there. I bought myself one, and then my wonderful parents surprised me with 4 more rollicking rabbit plates and 4 matching mugs for my next birthday. I just adore them (the plates and my parents).
So there you have it. A photographic ode to salad plates. Dressing, anyone? Croutons? Bac-os?