A small taste of some of my favorites. See, they match in their own way. Somewhere in Heaven, my Aunt is laughing and shaking her head and my former mother-in-law is raising a brow and blowing out a breath so she don't say nothing rude... at least that's what I imagine their reactions would be if they could come over for supper and see my table when it is set. They were 2 wonderful women who I miss dearly and who would always had beautifully decorated homes, matching dishes included. Your girl here... well... not so much. But not for lack of trying, dreamers and nibblers. For 21 glorious years, I, your humble narrator, waged a valiant, albeit ultimately futile, war against the tyranny of matching dinnerware. Armed with good intentions and a hefty dose of optimism, I embarked on countless quests to acquire the elusive "perfect set": pristine white plates, delicate cups, and gleaming silverware, all marching in perfect, harmonious uni...