China

Two sets of vintage Lenox china (one almost identical to this pattern) sit in boxes, waiting for me to make my next move. They were both gifted to me, one belonged to my grandmother, the other my great-grandmother.

One set contains teacups whose insides are perfectly stained purple from red wine (I always serve wine in teacups) from the many cocktail parties I hosted while living in my studio apartment in Moscow, Idaho. I should probably be punished for this (I hope my grandmothers understand), but I will never try and scrub them clean.