I used to love polishing my silverplate flatware. For over twenty-five years I’ve enjoyed making everything pretty and shiny and ready for company and the holidays and parties.

I own two sets of twelve place settings of vintage silverplate. And I’ve given a lot of parties.

But…yesterday afternoon I was polishing dessert forks. They looked gorgeous. But when it was time to work on the dinner forks, I just couldn’t bear it. I was done with polishing. I was done with old forks and knives and spoons.

Done, done, done.

I tossed my silver wipe (a nice product, by the way) in the trash and headed to the office. To the computer. To Amazon. To order flatware, a set for 12, something that could be delivered to my door before Thanksgiving. I found something that looked simple, a pattern that was the closest I could find to my flatware from 1970, Oneida Paul Revere (?). Of course that’s no longer available. But even if it wasn’t the perfect pattern my polish-free flatware would be delivered today and not Friday.

Instead of polishing stacks of silverware all afternoon, I got comfy on the couch and took a nap. And then I sewed for a while until suppertime.

Around six o’clock this morning the package from Amazon was delivered to my door.

They’ll do.

I’ve kept my pretty dessert forks and my gumbo spoons for special occasions. I’ll use the forks for Thanksgiving desserts.

Once Banjo Man stopped laughing, he was impressed with my life-simplifying decision.

Stay tuned. There could be more.