Ya know, I was doing OK with the forecast for temps in the 30's for Christmas week, even though that is WAY cold for us this time of year.
But this morning I was having a pleasant ride to work when the weather man on the radio said that nasty three syllable word. Nor'Easter.
Are you flippin' kidding me? Coastal flooding! 50 mph winds! Snow!
It hasn't started yet, but it's going to. I'm really disgusted with this weather. I seriously need to move further south.
OK, I'm putting that aside and getting to the point of my post now. I stepped into the DAV Thrift yesterday to search for some tins for my homemade fudge gifts. Instead I found these two wonderful old plates.
I'm so digging these plates, here is the stamp on the back.
I don't know anything about Royal China, but I bet Mom Wald can tell me. She knows a lot about such things.
I hope Mr Brady, the guitar teacher, appreciates his vintage plate. And the fudge.