Tuesday, November 5, 2013

I am puzzled by my teapots.

It's a small collection - a couple of days ago, it was ten teapots.  I threw out the one from Chapters that was cracked and leaking, event though I loved the way it looked; and I gave away the one I liked least.  So: eight teapots.  I made a space on the top shelf above my desk for them.  The TARDIS mug and Dalek salt and pepper set are in the middle. There's a special place for the big Chinese cast-iron pot, and the rest are arrayed in a row. I thought it would look lovely.

It doesn't. It looks tacky.

Of course it isn't a finished product.  There isn't enough room for my latest teapot anyway, a birthday-present  PC teapot in blue that is the perfect size and my favourite colour. Perhaps I should get rid of a teapot or two - would a real minimalist have eight teapots? Probably not.  I use them all. I love them all. But I could do with fewer.

Or maybe, when I've decluttered more, they can be separated.  Each to its own showcase.

Or maybe a solution will come to me in the middle of the night.

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