shattered

Normally I like to keep Le Petit Village a happy-go-lucky kind of place, but I’m feeling shattered and broken and I can’t think happy thoughts. Over the holidays I had the last of my things shipped from Dublin; mostly Waterford and china, wedding presents and family heirlooms. Almost all now broken, just like I feel.

When the delivery man dropped (literally dropped) the boxes off on Monday, ignoring the fragile symbols all over the boxes, I knew. I knew that all the bubble wrap, and extra bubble wrap and clothing I had wrapped all over everything hadn’t mattered. And as I opened the first box and pulled out a shattered wine glass my heart fall, and as I pulled more and more broken crystal and china out I cried. I cried missing the Sunday dinners and holidays of my childhood, with both my parents and my brother all eating together, in the same room, same state, same country with that china, with that crystal, and knowing that my very own family in the future will never do the same. 
I’ve said goodbye to the crystal, it’s already in the trash. But I’m determined to salvage at least some of the china. So if anyone needs me, I’ll be the crazed girl with the superglue. 
Please send happy thoughts.
bisou

62 responses to “shattered”

  1. Aww Sara 😦 hug I hope you're able to fix the china pieces at least. Sending positive energy your way!!

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  2. I feel really sad for you, this is tough news. Especially when you witnessed the guy dropping the box!! What a jerk. You're right to repair the china, even if it isn't usable for cooked food you will still have it for display or perhaps you can put flowers or other treats in it. x

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  3. Oh, so sorry… that is so awful because the pieces held sentimental value to you. I know they can not be “replaced.” Go out and buy yourself a stunning new set to make new traditions with… (Fifty wants his own china plate to eat off of)!

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  4. Make sure you hold someone responsible!

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  5. aw man. That really sucks. And here I was upset when one perfume bottle got broken in the move!

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  6. Oh my god, Sara, I wanted to absolutely cry for you while reading this. How heartbreaking! I can't even imagine your disappointment and frustration, not to mention sadness. :(Is there anything you can do? Anyone you can contact about how poorly your packages were handled? Like Anonymous said, someone really should be held responsible.

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  7. Oh, honey – feeling you on the broken feelings – and broken glass. My first move to England not one piece of glass survived – I received a dishpack of nothing but shards (the set on my current blog only survived because I left in in the states in nontemporary storage). I know our sad stories (the saddest one I don't think I'll ever post, but I lost EVERYTHING from my childhood at the age of 17) may not help glue your happiness back together – but while you are supergluing, I hope you'll know the memories can never be taken from you by some assclown delivery jerk. Sending much love and light your way – and putting a nice curse on delivery wanker. Hugs!

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  8. Oh no….. this is so sad 😦 i'm sure you will be able to stick a lot of it back together! i hate when people dont read the signs, baggage handlers tend to do the same thing too. xxx

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  9. That stinks! I'm thinking the Universe needs to send you something pretty amazing to make up for this.

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  10. Aaaaah, this is awful! I will trip that arsehole the next time he comes around.What a bad bad circumstance. Blah and bleck.

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  11. T.R.A.G.I.C.!!! It's all so beautiful too! So sorry, Sara! While international living is usually fabulous, sometimes it just sucks. I hope you can feel my emphathy vibes from Switzerland. For whatever that's worth :).

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  12. Oh my gosh, how terrible 😦

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