Recently I was having a look at the Anthropologie website, as you do when you catch yourself wishing there was a store here in Australia. Wistful browsing through the homewares. Then... a sudden intake of breath. Click. The Ruan Hoffmann plates. For sale. Some of them, at least... there weren't many left. Click! Click! One of them was destined to come to live with me, it seemed!
It arrived, voluminously packaged, and safe. It came via C's friend Dylan in Seattle, as Anthropologie would only ship to the mainland US. It's made a very long journey, this plate, from its origin in South Africa, and I can't believe it's still in one piece!
I never thought I'd be the sort of person who would ever buy a plate hanger.
4 comments:
Buying a plate hanger = you are getting old, just ask my Mum.
Nice plate though :-)
Thanks Beck!
To my credit I did buy only ONE plate hanger. I did think "perhaps I should buy another, just in case..." but then the connotations of that caught up with me and I resisted!
Once I get my train plates out it'll look fine on the wall.
Train plates, hey?! I think the wall is full up!
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