
This weekend I went to Reliable Gold in lovely Wayland Square in Providence, where I encountered an antiquated system for organizing antique silver flatware. I wish I had a picture of the frayed old leather bound book with pictures of all of the patterns. The nice woman hefted it out of the cabinet, along with the tin box full of index cards listing which quantities of which sets they had in the basement. The frilly Chantilly, shown above, is apparently one of the most popular.
I love any situation where the under-utilized index card gets its due. The nice woman suggested that although my in-laws may not have time for it that afternoon, they could spend a future winter afternoon cross-referencing the catalog with the cards.
To many this sounds tedious, but I can’t think of anything more lovely than an afternoon of cross-referencing. I cross-reference to my own detriment: with travel guidebooks, with recipies, when trying to figure out a definition online, I can’t help but compare needless numbers of sources against one another, trying to find the perfect answer, even when there isn’t one.
