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Last night I went to Target to return some bowls which I bought on an impulse because they were on sale and I thought they might match some plates I had at home. But it turned out they had a design around the outside and I was looking for plain bowls. Anyhow... I found four alternate bowls, bought them and left.

On my way back to the car I started to laugh and said, " Omigod! What am I thinking? I'm buying dishes."

You see...I forgot to tell you about the dishes.

It started small, as addictions do. First there were the pretty little green plates at the flea market. I thought they would make nice desert dishes. Then there were some similar pink ones. I started to find out more about them and there was no stopping. Soon I scored a matching berry bowl or two, and eventually a creamer and sugar bowl joined the party. Each new item required another be added to fill out the set. Once you start collecting something, you seem to develop radar for that item, so there was never a dearth of new items to pick from.

Sooner or later though, I got tired of those dishes and got rid of them. But I never got rid of the dish habit. And fortunately, or unfortunately, I married a fellow junkie, and we have had many a dish fixation over the years.

In conjunction with the depression glass, we were also doing Hall China. I liked Hall's Crocus dinnerware, and looked for that at every opportunity, and had a fair number of pieces. But mostly we concentrated on teapots. We went to all kinds of lengths to satisfy our addiction. We were so hooked on Hall that we once made a detour to Liverpool, Ohio just so we could stop at the Hall factory there to buy from the source. There, among other items, we purchased two Ronald Reagan teapots. How could we not?

Our lust was not limited to collectibles, though. We went through many phases from looking for formal china in 30's patterns, to buying great bargains in everyday dish sets at garage sales. One set of white stoneware became a family joke. My kids named them "the dreaded white plates" because they were so heavy that everyone hated setting the table with them.

We also liked to randomly check out the housewares sections at various stores. Once we found a style of everyday china we liked, but I wanted only the color shown in an obscure picture on the box because it would go perfectly with a rug I had in the dining room. No one in this area had that color, so we ended up calling the company to find that that color was available only from a store in L.A. So we special ordered it from California. The sad thing is I rarely used that set and I no longer have the rug. But I've still got the dishes.

At any given time we probably have had portions, or all, of a minimum of five and up to seven sets of dishes in our house. At least it doesn't represent any real outlay of money since, as usual, I've bought most of it at garage sales.

If there is one sure thing, though, it's that we don't need to be buying more dishes. Still... a couple of cheap bowls can't hurt... it just kind of rounds out the place settings.

I don't think it takes an ephiphany to let me know that I need to come to terms with my "a-dish-tion."

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