Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Soccer is Not an Indoor Sport

I'm a big fan of the artist Sandra Kuck and own a few of her plates which have been given to me over the years. My favourite being the 4 plate Victorian Christmas series that I display on our fire place mantel during Christmas. The plates are usually the last decorations to be packed away (sometime in February) because I find the Christmas season is not a long enough time for me to enjoy them. This year...I wish I had packed them away with the other decorations....

Last weekend C and our current homestay student were playing in the loft with a soccer ball. It seemed so harmless...they were passing the ball back and forth. I was downstairs when I had a prompting that I should get them to settle down...but ignored it. Surely they would know to keep the ball on the ground...

Then I heard the sound I never wanted to hear...the sound of something breakable falling and smashing. I knew there was only one thing in that room that would make that noise...my beloved plates. And there on the floor was the first plate in the series smashed to pieces. Our student was horrified, hubby and I were a little speechless, and C talked for all of us...asking if it was rare and wondered if we could glue it back together.

I know it was an accident. Accidents happen. I'm sure we all have broken something that was not ours (I totalled my parents car when I was younger). There was nothing I could do about it now. I'll just have to look on ebay or in the secondary markets.

C kept asking me if it was rare. I tried to avoid the question as I didn't want to make our student feel any worse. Eventually I told her that it would be hard to replace, to which she went off downstairs. After the mess was cleaned up, C returned and proudly presented me with a gift from behind her back.


Her rendition of the plate. I couldn't help but laugh as she set her artwork in the plate stand and said..."When you get a real new one, we'll have to get a stand for this one so we can keep displaying it."

4 comments:

LindsayDianne said...

That is really sweet, despite it being super annoying that it's broken.

When I was about 11 years old, at a close family friend's house just a few doors down, we were doing a very similar thing in the house when we knocked the head off of a porcelain fisherman that my friend's mom had on the mantle. Being that we were all super stealthy, we carefully glued the Fisherman back together and never spoke about it again.
Until his wedding day when I mentioned it.
And his mom was actually really upset because she had made the fisherman in ceramics class in high school.

But she couldn't be THAT mad if she hadn't noticed in 15 years.
:)
Thanks for sharing.

barb ezell said...

Love this! The picture is priceless as our kids are. This reminds me to keep close to me my true treasures

Shash said...

oh that's too cute of her!!

When we lived in our first house and Q was little, hubby and he used to play ball in the house while I worked. I came home to many missing pieces of china and various nicknacks!! :)

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Twenty-Seventeen said...

C is sooo thoughtful and sweet!