I went down to the basement yesterday, armed with the china storage thingies (the canvas containers for all your plates, cups, and whatnot) to empty out some of the boxes that hold our "good dishes" (not china). It was kind of relaxing, strangely, to unpack and repack the items...I even wrote down the things we have since I've never really kept track in the almost 10 years we've been married. These dishes were purposely chosen for their simplicity and durability, plus they wouldn't look too fancy if wanted to use them on a less formal table (really, the only kind of table we set).
As I went to pull the first dinner plate out of its paper, it...bent. My heart caught in my throat as I realized that, indeed, more than being broken, it was shattered. I checked the stack, and EVERY. SINGLE. DINNER. PLATE. was shattered. There were bread and butter plates along with mugs in that box, nothing else was broken. I'm not even sure if the (crappy) moving company actually moved this box...some of the things were stored at my in-laws for a while until we could get them over here. I felt sick. My MIL probably bought almost everything in that set, some for the showers, some for the wedding, some for holidays following.
Luckily for me, I checked the website and Dansk has a replacement policy, where you can purchase the broken items for 50% off . Even more luckily, I chose a pattern that wasn't $150 per plate (purposely). So I have replacements coming, but I have to send the shattered pieces back to the company - to prove that I'm not lying about it, I guess.
I guess this means that I'm going to be a hell of a lot more careful with my "good" things from now on. Husband ratted me out to his mom since he's over there this week with the kid; I'm sure that will earn me another black checkmark. Oh well.