When AC and I got married way back in the 60's, Teacup Showers were high on the list of themes for Bridal showers, and one of my friends planned one for me. I got some beautiful teacups at my Teacup shower, and treasured them. Some of them are real works of art, and almost too pretty to use, but I use them anyway. Tea just seems to taste better when sipped from a pretty cup.
The shower gifts, and my love of tea, started me on a lifelong search for other beautiful teacups. But, more than the beauty of any cup in my collection, is the story behind it. Yes, it is the story behind something displayed in my home these days, that makes the object worth a place on a table or wall, or in a cabinet.
Below is a picture of my teacup cabinet. Some are from my Bridal shower, some are from AC's mom's collection, and others have been given to me by friends over the years. Each one has a story to go with it. You will notice that there are also other treasured items tucked in between the teacups here and there in this cabinet.
On the third shelf down from the top is a chocolate-pot sitting proudly amongst all the teacups. My dad sent this to my mom, along with a teacup, from Italy, when he was posted there as a soldier during the war. The chocolate pot made the journey without a chip or a scratch, but the teacup got cracked in transit. I was never able to use it, but I display it with joy.
|Most of the cups on the bottom shelf were from my shower|
|Danica loved the pink roses on her teacup, and pretended to cool her tea before taking a sip. Pink roses seems perfect for this little rosebud.|
|I am not sure, but I think this is a wild rose. I liked the shape of the cup and the soft colours, so picked this one for D1|
|And this is mine. I chose this cup because it has lilacs on it, and lilacs bring back so many childhood memories.|
I can remember mom telling me stories of her wedding day on May 27, and how the church was full of vases of lilacs and everyone commented on how beautiful they looked and how wonderful the church smelled. It was one of her vivid memories, and now it is mine too.
I can't see or smell a lilac bush without thinking of my childhood home, so this teacup from mom's collection seemed very appropriate for me. Thanks for sharing mom's teacup collection with us Heather. We will treasure the ones you gave us.