A Cup of Tea

At about 3:00, nearly every afternoon; it's the time I take for me. The cups I use for teatime are bigger than this one, but they are all bone china. As Dad taught me, tea in anything else is just not the same. Years ago, I bought this little beauty (printed with forget-me-nots, I think) along with it's matching saucer and dessert plate at an antiques store in Concord, NH. I see it everyday in the antique store display cabinet that commands my studio. The cups and saucers I inherited from my mother (some real beauties) are, unfortunately, in a box kept out of reach. I have no safe place to display those. The items in the above-mentioned cabinet get handled by Jack on a fairly regular basis, so Mom's precious china cannot go there.

Photo taken 2/1/09