Natalija, Lady of a Thousand Teacups

There are various titles I can imagine on my gravestone - there's coloured pencils, scarves and of course, teacups.

It takes some kind of reflective moment to acknowledge my weaknesses. Specifically, the things that I buy too many of. More than is functionally possible. And one of these things is tea paraphenalia.

Last week a friend broke my glass teapot, "oh, too bad" I thought. Now I must buy a new one! (I buy little but RELISH in the excuse of necessity)

To set the picture of things, this was broken at a camp ground and I am currently living in a van. A teapot is not a top priority and I have approximately eight varieties in storage at this current time.

But I need a teapot to enjoy my delicate Japanese green tea, yes yes, and an average one just won't do this tea justice, so I best go to the tea shop in Bangalow, NSW and get another one. As the lady took me through her teapots, I held this one and imagined sitting on a wooden verandah, overlooking tropical fruit trees and lawn, sipping tea... but not alone mind you. I figured there would at least be one guest, possibly three, and this fantasy was so clear, and featured this perfectly appropriate and impressive teapot. I told the lady about this, and she enjoyed my admittance of a romantic fantasy attached to the consumable.

So I bought my teapot and cups with vivid pictures in mind.

I've been pouring myself two cups in the meantime, to make good use of them as I wait for my future tea party.

[current mood] Marvin Gaye (aka Homosexual Martian when playing 'two words' Spics and Specs board game) & Lady Finger Bananas

Comments

[davida]

you've always been my "cup of tea".