I am holding a beautiful Wedgewood porcelain tea pot.
I found it high up and way in the back of the kitchen cabinet during my move.
This beautiful thing.
I don't know its history. When it was purchased. Who it served.
I don't know if it holds happy memories. Or terrible ones. I don't know if it held hopes and dreams of beautiful dinner parties. Or if it has served an army of broken hearts, mistrusts and betrayals.
I only know that it has been carefully stored. And that it is not mine.
And that I am sure it has stories to tell.Read More