Sunday, January 22, 2012

My morning coffee: On this gray, blustery, and oddly mild day, an English demitasse seemed appropriate: blue and white, a pastoral with quails. (With my now quite large assortment and a mind like a steel sieve — part of the reason I keep this blog, after all, is to remember what the hell happened in my life — I won't claim to recall the provenance of every one of my cups, but I believe this was one of the original few that came from my grandparents and formed the nucleus of today's much-grown collection. I don't believe that I've ever actually bought a demitasse. They've all, or nearly all, come to me through the kindness of family and friends.)

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