Ceramic Sunday, blue and white plates.

An assortment of odd plates sit on my kitchen rack, survivors from old place settings. They are very rarely used, their purpose now being merely decorative. Some of the things on my rack are, quite frankly, plug ugly.

I have several plates of this design. Some have crisply printed transfers while others are rather smudged. I like that about them, it makes me aware of the maker.

The blue on this plate is especially rich and I love the way that it has leached into the white ground.

What a monster this one is! It contains everything but the kitchen sink, mountains, waterfalls, fountains, strange architecture...

But I like this plate best of all because it is one of the few remaining from my maternal grandmother's everyday service. It has been well used, as you can see.