Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Hot Java in a Fancy Cup
I dug this out of the basement yesterday. I wore a mask and gloves because it's dusty down there and I didn't want to take any risks. This lovely English china cup was just one of many I found stashed away in old boxes that had journeyed from Brooklyn (where I used to display and use them) to my sister-in-law's basement in Pennsylvania to Rhode Island where they sat unopened and unthought of until recently.
One of my tasks in preparing the house for sale is to go through everything I have in storage and decide whether to keep it, sell it, or give it away. These are family heirlooms though, so I should keep them, right? That didn't stop me from checking prices on ebay, where I soon developed a headache and needed a lovely cup of tea. I have six tea cups and six demitasse, each different. I should have a mad tea party and invite all my lady friends who appreciate fine frippery.
The truth is, I told Marty a while back that I was just going to get rid of all these things. I had no energy to sift through the boxes, and since I wasn't going to be around for long, didn't care what happened to them.
Silly me. Of course I care and I'm here and now I can commune with mother and grandmother. Too bad I got rid of all those gloves when mom died.