Dishes get broken. This is a fact of life. Our family eats lots of cereals and soups. We use a LOT of bowls. When another of the everyday dishes we registered for when we got married broke this week, my husband said, “Go ahead and get some new ones.”
Hmm. The last time I bought blue willow bowls they were $5 each. The same make is $16 online now. Yikes! Occasionally though, the odd item will turn up at antique or 2nd hand stores. So I thought a quick trip to my local Antique and Vintage shop was in order.
Sun on the windshield when I headed out turned to slanting wind. Rain would follow–maybe hail like the day before.
In the shop there were no bowls in my pattern or anything with blue. But there were 3 bowls the right size with a different bird on each. The shop keeper set them on the counter for me.
“How much are they?”
He inspected the bottom where it said dishwasher safe. “You take them,” he got out paper to wrap them up.
“How much are they?” slower this time. Language and translation is sometimes an issue.
“Well yeah, I prefer blue, but the birds are nice,” I said.
“You take them.”
Hmm. I could wait this out. The prices here are reasonable all around, so I waited for the paper wrapping and bagging to be done when I was sure he would tell me how much I owed. Hands down this beats the “would you like large fried with that” suggestive sell I learned back in the day.
Finally he passed me the bag. Said nothing.
I looked around. “Thank you??” I asked in Dutch.
“You’re welcome,” he turned to other matters.
Huh. I left the shop with my–not purchases–free gifts? I was still trying to work out what happened. I don’t think I’ve ever bought anything there before, certainly no large purchases. Huh.
The wind knocked my hair about with a light spray of water. My mind cannot seem to get past this experience. “What happened?” it asks.
“I think the antique shop just gave me free bowls because they were ‘too new’ for them. Has to be some reason, right?”
Kristin King is an author, publisher, and expat living in Holland.