I prepared my morning tea in my 20 year old beloved Brown Betty pot. She is just the right size for myself. I always lovingy warmed her up before putting in my special hand blended ( by me ) tea and the boiling water. In fact I look forward to the morning tea almost as soon as dinner the night before ends!
I picked up the handle and I did hear the softest "whimper". I set her down. I picked her up again, and she was gone. The handle broke off and left a sad and mysterious looking hole.
Although I have about a dozen tea pots almost all are in storage and as well are too big for a small serrvice.
The urgency to find my new teapot before the sunset was profound and could not be resisted!
I determined I would only spend $12.00!
Off to two thrift stores I went. I did find a sweet Brit teapot but marked at $25.00. But a lower price was not to be. A new life, a better teapot was out there for me.
Two stores later, four in all explored, there she was. Sweetly decorated with Dogwood Blossoms, with a traditional Ming Dynasty form.
Yes, she was $12.00!
Relating this story to a dear friend who knows my lifetime tea-obssesion observed the above story is my perfect metaphor. I am letting go of the old with great love and affection and seeking the new adored sustance and format for the future.
Lewes, just ask me and we will do tea-time; anytime.