Happy New Year Teapotty Folks,
I’ve now passed the first month anniversary of living in England. I am ensconced in Faversham, and what a lovely wee village. It’s like living in a Dickens’s novel walking by Edwardian architecture everyday. It ranges from the lovely heavy beamed stucco buildings to gorgeous cobble stone cottages. Sorry if I am repeating myself but it is charming.
I’ve been prowling every charity shop in town for teapots. Which has motivated me to analyze and muse about why some pots sit for months on the shelves. Many are badly damaged, just plain ugly or made of that dreadful white paste stuff that chips when you just look at it. It’s so sad to see these lonely pots gathering dust.