Spooning does not necessarily lead to forking

Now that I've checked on the status of Sandy and her effects on Ellie, Mom Corey and MB, I can get on to writing this frivolous post...ready? Here we go...

I brought all sorts of things back with me from my uncle's home after his death. Piles of old photographs, antique suitcases, a pearl necklace and earring set of my grandmother's, and more. But my mom transported the family silverware for me, and brought it over one day last month.

She uncerimonioulsy put the blackish silver forks, spoons and serving pieces in a small drawer. They were overwhelmingly tarnished, so dark and brackish that I didn't open that drawer for weeks. But I had spied a particularly gorgeous spoon, its beauty shining even through  its ominous verneer, and last week I cracked open the drawer to find it.

What I found was interesting. Instead of a set of family silverware, you know, one pattern with 8 spoons, salad forks, forks, knives and serving pieces, there were instead just a few pieces of many, many different silver patterns. The majority of which were spoons.

There were 12 different spoon patterns!

 12!

There was only a single spoon of  many patterns, two of some others, and a few had three or four.

And somehow, one of my maternal grandmother's spoons ended up in there, which made my top 3.

Isn't that a gorgeous flower? You can't see the delicate EH engraved in there or the 1906 on the back, but they're there too.

 I am also particularly fond of this one.

Love the simple, delicate daisies with the masculine engraved F.

And this next one, well this next one is my favorite spoon ever. I mean, my favorite spoon ever in the history of the world. Luckily too, there are 3 of these.

It's a lily, and there is a gorgeous lily on the back too. Love, love love.

 I love so much, in fact, that I swore to myself that I would find a daily use for this spoon. I thought I could use it with my morning tea, although, really, I don't stir my tea much. Or simply keep it with the daily flatware and use it whenever I'm personally in need of a spoon. But this plan has its drawbacks; you see my roommate is a little crazy, and likes to play with random household objects, which don't always find their way back to their rightful place. So still thinking....

And then yesterday, while working checking out Pinterest, it all fell into place. I have the perfect solution.

My baby is going to be a ring! Now how perfect is that???