I do not own a set of cutlery.
Instead, I have a series of random forks, spoons, and knives that I have collected from various luxury hotels in the course of my travels. My silverware hails from cities far and wide. I could, I suppose, store it in a glass display case, and entertain visitors to Miss Margo Manor with the splendid and sordid tale of how I acquired each piece. Butter knife and sugar spoon from the Dorchester in London, where I actually ran around the floor of my suite looking for an ice machine. The Ritz-Carleton in South Beach, where I spent a relaxing afternoon chained inside of a closet. So many more. Ah, hotels I have known..!
|Resting in my ghetto DIY silverware basket. Inexplicably, my kitchen was constructed with nonfuctional drawers.|