My inlaws are moving from a house to an apartment, which meant that, earlier today, I had to go through their attic shelves and find any of our crap.
The first thing I picked up was the glass bowl pictured above. It was nestled happily in their snug shelving. Now it’s on my dining room table.
The bowl was received eight years ago, as a wedding present from, eh, somebody. Not sure who, though odds are:
A. It was expensive (I’m guessing about $200).
B. We registered for it (Trust me—wasn’t my doing).
C. We wrote a very nice Thank You note, along the lines of …
Thank you very much for the lovely glass bowl. It’s exactly what we wanted, and we can’t wait to place it in our new home. It is absolutely beautiful.
We were thrilled you were able to spend our special day with us, and hope you had a great time. We look forward to sharing many days with you in the future.
Catherine and Jeff
The wedding was in 2002. It is 2010. That’s eight years of non-bowl life, and we’ve been pretty happy. Two kids. Comfortable house. Written some books. In fact, today I picked up a ton of stuff from our wedding—none of which we apparently needed. Stemware. China. A heavy pot. Where we’re going to put all this crap, I have no remote idea. But I do know this: If you’re a young couple in love, and you’re about to get married—REGISTER AT HOME DEPOT, FOOT LOCKER AND MAYBE TARGET. MAYBE. FORGET CHINA AND CANDLES AND JUICERS AND ICE CREAM MAKERS, BECAUSE IT’S ALL WORTHLESS CRAP. W-O-R-T-H-L-E-S-S C-R-A-P. You’ll make ice cream three times. Four if you’re extremely bored. Same with juicing. And if you’re thinking of registering for a damn bread maker, well, the year is 2010. Get over it. Bread costs $1.29 a loaf. It ain’t worth the trouble.
I know women tend to rule the registry, but in my case we both went along. We had the scanner, crusied through Crate & Barrel and Bloomingdales, picked our toaster tongs and funky glasses. But nearly a decade later, we drink out of old glasses my grandma once found (long story) and we usually eat off the $1 plastic plates my kids dig.
So be wise. Go with the stripes.