Since we had to buy a billion things when we got our own place, I was thankful that my mom gave me some of her old silverware. Especially since I always liked this set the most!
When I was little and had to set the table, I always made up these "damsel in distress" stories about the silverware. Why? I don't know, but I guess I thought that setting the table was boring and needed to jazz it up. Anyway, the spoon was always the princess. The knife was the bad guy. The fork was the hero. I don't remember any stories that I had made up, but I always think about this when I set the table.
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