I thought I am the only one crying over broken china and missing things.
My friend May was telling me about losing, breaking, missing china. She travels the world much more frequent than most people do and buys fine things. There was a time when she was very much into collecting tea pots, attending auctions and all. She fell in love with a rare collectible 16th century pot she went great lengths to have. Her yaya broke the handle and didn’t tell her. Itinago.
She loves hosting parties and naturally, she buys by the dozens. She has lost so many of her expensive things, hindi na rin kumpleto. Nawawala, or nababasag ng mga maids. Kakahinayang.
I changed our table set up yesterday morning. I found out that one cup is missing.
I asked Antonia to look for it and last night she reported that she’s found it in the maid’s pantry, being used as a soap caddy. Its handle is missing.
No one is going to admit who broke it, I didn’t bother to ask anymore. Or maybe I should ask, tomorrow na lang, I don’t want to get upset today.
Mura lang naman ito. They are made of ceramics and not bone china. But the hassle of buying and bringing, or shipping to Manila adds to its value. I bought them from Anthropologie in the US.
That is disappointing. I do my own dishes (well, I load them into the dishwasher) and haven’t broken anything in over a year. I wonder if it’s because we are more careful with our own items? Their value may be lost on others because they don’t cherish them the way we do.
It’s not theirs that’s why they don’t care.