The Giraffe Plate
My giraffe plate broke. This seems like a trivial thing. It IS a trivial thing. But I tend to collect objects that remind me of people I care for. The giraffe plate was left behind by Cheryl when she moved to Chicago and I enjoy using it because I would then think of her (also it is slightly larger than my cake plates but smaller than a dinner plate and such, in my ocd world, perfect for lunch).