As a little girl, there were things in my parents house that I just... wanted. Inexplicably. Irrationally. They weren't valuable things. In many cases, they weren't even pretty things. They included, in no particular order, a broken pocket watch, an itchy argyle sweater that spelled like tobacco and irish spring soap, a creamy jar that had once held ginger preserves, a vinyl arm chair, a single tea cup.
Over the years, some of these things have come into my possession, others have gone to my sister, some remain with my parents, and many many more have been lost. But I recently convinced my mother to bequeath to me two of the things I've long had my eye on: two tea cups, in aviary patterns.
Thinking ahead. It's something I should work on.
But seriously. They're two, unmatched tea cups. And they need a purpose. Or at least a home. I've looked online for some inspiration, and while ideas abound, noting is jumping out at me as the right idea.
Madeleine Boulesteix makes chandeliers: