My high school best friend lives in a tiny house (not one of those charming Tiny House ones) with extremely limited storage, yet she keeps an entire set of "Christmas dishes". Not fine china, dishes w/a Christmas themed pattern that she registered for at her wedding. She risks life and limb every year - twice! - to climb a pull-down ladder into her unfinished attic (no floor, balancing on rafters and loose plywood) fetch the dishes, cart them all down and wash them, then do the whole thing in reverse at some point.
MsM, I hear you. Mr. A and I had each been married previously and also combined our own multiple households' (it's complicated, for a long time he worked in NYC and lived there M-F) worth of dinnerware, glassware, silverware. Only recently did I relegate his first-wedding-registry stainless to (someplace, where is it?) and my own first-marriage Ikea flatware to the poolhouse, replacing both with something of our own.
My son, OTOH, was gifted a couple of forks by his gf for Valentines Day bc before that he had exactly one fork. Which may have been stolen from a diner, who knows.
Rachy, high five - we had the same mother. 'Cept I never broke anything that I recall, besides her heart when I insisted on being my own person.