Fiestaware: Retail, outlet, obsessive compulsive satisfaction
There are two types of people: those who love symmetry, order, sameness and predictability in their dinnerware, and those who are totally confused by what I just said.
For people nodding from the start, I probaby don’t have to tell you that the photo is of Fiestaware. My sister loves it. When my grandma asked her what she would like as a high school graduation present, my sister- 17 years old- answers, “Fiestaware.”
Getting married this year, at age 27, her infatuation persists. Gift registries are amazing things. She finally got enough Fiestaware to entertain grand dinner parties and teach future children all of the rainbow’s colors.
Luckily she lives in Missoula, Montana, where I took the above photo. A shop downtown sells amazing quantities of the stuff. I can imagine that store could be good (or bad?) for an obsessive compulsive employee. You could spend all day re-stacking, re-organizing, re-aligning.