Ironstone makes you weird

So what is it about ironstone that makes “her” weird? I mean “she” brings this white dishware stuff home that has brown spots and chips, cracks and crazing and “she’s” so happy, I swear it wouldn’t hurt to tether “her” to the ground like the Goodyear blimp. I mean c’mon, if “she” floated off how would I ever get my snacks?!? All that would be lost, and over what?! Some ratty old dishes?!  And "she" pays money for this stuff!

Furthermore, would you believe that Dad is even in on it?! I’m not exaggerating – “she” has him trained to tell the difference between the new stuff and the appropriate sound of the sincerely older stuff. Swear on a tuna, it’s the truth. Poor guy. I don’t even think he realized what had happened before it was too late and he was committed with the knowledge.

"She’s" fallen to a new low though….there is a lady who keeps an eye out for “her” kind of stuff and just knew "she" would like this particular piece. It’s a pitcher. Check it out, last one on the bottom right.

It’s whiter than the others. And not exactly what I would call attractive. But that’s not what’s got my tail in a fluff.

It has a hole in it!!

Oh for meowing out loud! Don't you get weird on me, just because it is a heart shape.  It is still a hole!!!

“She” has never done this before. I think things are getting serious. I mean this thing won’t even hold milk!! At least the chip, crazed and brown plates and bowls will hold food nicely, but a pitcher with a HOLE?! What do you think - Should I turn the picker lady in for enabling “her” addictions? Anyone know the number for Ironstone Anonymous???