"Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things." Saki Story

I found an antique store in a neighbouring town - it was a serendipitous discovery. I collect tea-dishes for myself and my daughters. We aren't big tea drinkers but hot chocolate or sparkling apple juice transforms into a charming elixir when sipped from a teacup.

This collection waited at my favorite thrift store for many many months. Every time I went I would pause at the display and imagine the tea parties we could have only to convince myself we couldn't afford it. Later I would lay in bed and think about this lovely collection and kick myself for not bringing it home.
"If it's still there in the morning I'll buy it!" I'd promise myself but when faced with the price tag I'd again and again talk myself out of the purchase. This happened a handful of times when finally one day my 'teacup-angel' had enough of my 'humming & hawing' and marked the set at 1/2 price. Lovely for me!

Something about a tea party gently lifts me into my femininity. Teapots make me smile - something about them remind me of friendship. So, friend, please come on over. I'll pull the 'tea' on while we talk of hundreds of things.