A few weeks before Christmas, I was at an antique mall supposedly shopping for others when I spotted this lovely old pink teacup that was calling my name. It was just $10, but I was supposed to be shopping for others. So I made a deal with myself: This teacup was at one corner of the antique mall, and if I still wanted it when I got wayyyy over to the other corner of the antique mall, at the end of my journey, I could go back and get it. I did, and so I did.
When it's all gray and rainy outside in the wintertime, what could be nicer than enjoying flowers on a teacup?
It was in perfect shape, too, which was surprising for such an old (perhaps German) piece. I especially loved the detail on the saucer's border—and I must say I don't regret acquiring this one bit!