I blame Dr. Seuss.
It’s a belief that solidified in my head after all the rhyming, the fish wish dish stuff.
I was easily influenced by rhyming things. My mother says I used to try to put a hat on the cat and cry when he wouldn’t wear it.
(My mother can’t stand Dr. Seuss. Or Curious George, but I never cared much for him either, with that weird yellow hat guy.)
I don’t try to force fedoras on kittens anymore but that dish wish thing stuck in my mind.
It stuck without the fish, and with a technicality: you have to break a dish to make your wish properly.
I know it sounds silly, but broken dish wishing works.
Though it means I constantly have to stock up on dishes.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
Tat · May 26, 2012 at 1:39 pm
To break a dish and make a wish… where I come from it is a glass that you beak after having a toast and that is supposed to be lucky. A dish however, is not the same, I would not say that it has the sam effect as broke glass but it still leaves an impression of something personal being lost, at least to me
P.S. http://lechatyouknow.wordpress.com/about/ thank you for the inspiration
Marcheline · May 27, 2012 at 12:14 am
I would totally love fiestaware, if the gargoyle my father married hadn’t had it in her house… can’t look at the stuff without wanting to break in on her head.
susanna · June 6, 2012 at 10:42 pm
Hmm…I hadn’t heard about the dish-wish but perhaps it’s connected to the tradition of breaking a glass at a Jewish wedding? In our family, my sister and I made chip wishes. If you swallowed a large, curled potato chip in less than two bites, your wish would come true. We were ten and I can’t say that it actually works. I’ll stand by wishing while driving under a train track while a train goes by overhead though. Works every time.
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