As I stared into the flatware drawer, I realized that I am missing more than a few pieces of stailess flatware that had belonged to my grandmother. Of course, it is no longer made. I mean, it wasn’t that great to begin with, but it had a lot of sentimental value and I am quite fond of it to this day. The Mister, on the other hand, not so much. I’m not saying that he had anything to do with the disappearance of the flatware, but it is a fact…

My momma always counted the sterling flatware before and after using it which, as it turns out, was quite a good thing to do. Many a night, after a dinner with extra ‘helpers’ (aka – “friends”), Momma and I would be digging through wet, stinky trash looking for an errant spoon or salad fork that had been carelessly tossed away. Now I am beginning to think that I need to include the stainless flatware in the count… even when it is just the two of us!

When the children were small, we ‘lost’ quite a few pieces of our wedding stainless, which I attributed to having small children in the house. I assumed that some had been lost when small hands tried to throw away the reminents on their plates or when they needed something with which to dig outside . While I can still replace those pieces, I need to get that done. They are grown and out of the house. My concern, here is, that The Mister and I cannot keep up with the flatware either. Maybe it wasn’t the children’s fault with the wedding stainless, afterall.

Moral of the story? Count. Count sterling. Count silver plate. Count stainless. Which makes me think that there is fortune to be made at the city dump with a metal detecter. And some gloves. And a mask.

Never mind.