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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