Long, long ago when I got married for the first time, I did what traditionally-minded brides do and registered for all matter of kitchen and home artifacts.
Scan gun in hand, I got trigger-happy, pointing and clicking at sleek stainless steel utensils (oh, the savory crepes I would skillfully flip and the bechamels I would whisk!); professional bar accessories (oh, the sophisticated Manhattans and dirty martinis that I would shake and stir!); funky wine glasses and decanters (oh, the earthy Pinotages and minerally Loires I would theatrically cork and pour!); and beautifully understated yet sturdy Mikasa stoneware place-settings and silverware and crystal stemware (oh, the dinner parties I would host!).