How I feel about the Registry - China

By the time Christmas rolled around, it was pretty well known that Matt was going to be proposing sometime super soon. Wedding planning was already my way to kill time during the long christmas break, and the subject of registries came up over Christmas dinner as we ate from my aunt's (gorgeous) china set and drank from her fine crystal wine glasses.

Here's the skinny: I'm not registering for china. My parents didn't do it - heck, my mom's been married four times and not once has she registered for the super-breakable stuff. Matt and I want to be citizens of the world (State Department job, please?) which involves moving locales every two or three years, hopefully. That means packing up everything you own and shipping it somewhere else, maybe the middle of nowhere (not Novosibirsk or any other Russian city, I beg you) and risking all the beautiful china and crystal becoming shards in padded packing crates.

No, I'd prefer stoneware and some big, cheap plastic bowls for cereal. Glass tumblers suit me fine, and I prefer the look of stemless stemware anyway. I won't be the host of all the formal family meals - no one is traveling that far out of the way - on my side of the family. I'm pretty sure my cousin Katherine has that in the bag. I don't think Matt's family will rely on me to do the big thanksgiving and christmas to-do; I don't cook anyway.

So here is what I think about china's usefulness.
Passive Aggressive Anger Release Machine by Yarisal & Kublitz

"All you have to do is insert a coin, and a piece of China will Slowly move forwards and fall into the bottom of the machine, breaking, and leaving you happy and relieved of anger."

Look! Tchotchkes too!
There. Doesn't that make you feel better?

Link to blog post about the project from the Freakonomics Blog which led to more pictures at another blog.