Fode blue

(1980 memoirs)
My room has its window facing the street, a thin carpet on the floor, and a large closet on the left.  One time I brought my mother's Fode Blue wedding china with me, what was left of it, thinking to be very collegiate and have tea in my room some day.  But alas!  The shelf came down, smashing all the cups and saucers, leaving me only a few eight-sided plates.  I felt very bad about that.