Teacups on my WindowsillMonday, March 03, 2014
You see, each one is a little broken. Some chips are obvious, some cracks only show up when the cup is full of hot water. I could call it perfectionism, but really it's a matter of safety. Once when catching my mother throwing out a china cup, she explained that chipped wine glasses are fine, decadent even, but anything broken, holding a hot drink, is just dangerous.
Rather than waiting to fill these teacups with wine, ever the engineer, I'm on the look out for a ceramic drill bit. I believe these will make a great collection of bulb planters. I can gaze again at the cheerful colours while sitting around a pot of tea with good company.
My apologies for the lack of recent posts. My work hours have unexpectedly increased and as a family we are still finding our feet in the shifting sands of new routines. The crafting adventures continue. They are as essential as breathing, yet the writing is taking a back seat.