Today I wanted to tell you a little story and share a very special cup.
My father was British and a doctor and a collector of antiques.
His very old leather doctor’s bag sits on the high shelf in the “James Bond” bathroom and holds the aspirins, bandaids and cough medicines. Another, larger doctor’s bag with drawer, holds my collection of fun and vintage jewellery.
He particularly loved wooden boxes of every kind, especially Victorian British medical boxes.
Yesterday I was doing some work on my Vanitas photography and left out two of his medical boxes to photograph for this post.
Years ago, I can’t really remember, but I think I wasn’t a teen yet, he gave me this cup for my birthday. The mark suggests it is 1940’s Kunst Kronach Burgund.
It always looked like a jewel to me. I always had it sitting on a shelf or, later, in my china cabinet and always loved it and looked at it.
I know it was made for tea, to drink tea from, but I worry too much about pouring the hot tea into the delicate, irreplaceable cup and so I don’t use it.
It stands on display as a treasured jewel and looks beautiful, and that’s enough for me.
Linking with Teri at Artful Affirmations and thinking a lot of the country is stormy right now, and Sandi at Rose Chintz Cottage and saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY to her uncle Doug, Wow 90 yrs young! And to Bernideen and thinking I’ve got to get me some chalk paint.