Last summer, I bought one of my favorite teacups of recent years at my local T.J. Maxx. It had roses on the teacup, handwriting and swirly graphics on the pretty blue saucer, and it was my gift to myself when I got hired to write a monthly tea column for The Coweta Shopper. Handwriting … teacup … it was the perfect treat to celebrate, right?
Then a few weeks ago, in a feat I probably couldn't duplicate if you paid me, I was getting up from my spot on the sofa one day when I jostled the table lamp next to it. The finial fell off and plopped right on the back edge of the teacup sitting there, chipping it, and I was heartbroken. I realize I could still have used the teacup, but there's no sense drinking out of something chipped when I have, oh, one or two other teacups around here I could choose from.