I recently had the joyful experience of hosting a friend for tea, to celebrate Spring, Persian New Year, and March Birthdays. I pulled out the china set that came from my Grandma T. I know that she would have loved to join us.
My grandmother was a very skilled yard sale shopper. In fact, I believe that's where this china set came from. A few years ago, I picked up this teapot at a consignment shop. While not the same pattern as the other china, it blends beautifully. It's a nice size (6-8 cups) and it pours well. I can see Grandma T smile at my finding this treasure (for not much money). She wasn't a financially wealthy woman and she had many hardships in her life. Yet her life was rich with the things important to her. I remember her playfulness; her laugh; her funny sayings; her biscuits, dumplings and fried chicken; her sewing; her creativity; her resourcefulness; her walks; her sweet tooth and her love and dedication to family.
I didn't start out to make this post about my grandmother. But there you have it. Sometimes we write what's in our hearts.