Before I started selling tea pots and sets, way back when I was still working for someone else, I collected tea pots.  In an odd way, I still do.  I used to managed an ophthalmology office, and I was good at it.  But, I had to have my cuppa.  90% of the time, it would get stone cold before I could drink it all (those little warmer pads that you can put your cuppa on to keep it hot, it never worked), so I thought to myself, “get a tea pot!  That will keep it warmer longer”.  It may have done so for a an extra 30 maybe 40 minutes, but not for 3 or 4 hours.  But that didn’t matter.  Once I was down the rabbit hole and purchased my first tea pot, I was gone…

While at the office, I had several tea pots there – not all at once, but when one would get broken, and it did happen.  Once of the first was this delightful tea press pot.  It lasted, I think about a year.  I don’t remember all the ones in between the first and last ones.  The last one was  a smaller one, and that’s the one that I left the office with.  At home, I had found this simple glass teapot that I could use with flowering green teas.  Those teas were decent, but so very pretty to look at.  I think the night I got it, I must have drank 2 or 3 pots of green tea because I wanted to see it flower.  Yes, I didn’t sleep a wink that night, but that’s ok, I’ve more than made up for it now.  Oh how I loved that pot.  Even when not using flowering teas.  I loved to be able to see the tea steeping from the glass basket, watching the colors mix with the water and slowly change it… or not using the basket and throwing tea bags in the bottom of the pot and watching the water remain 2 separate colors until they were mixed. Looking at the heaviness of the tea and the lightness of the hot water… *sigh*

Something dreadful happened to that pot.  I broke it.  I lost, well “misplaced” the infuser basket first.  Then I actually “lost” the lid.  I wasn’t going to let that stop me from using it.  Then one faithful day, I set it down just a little to hard on the countertop at just the right angle and it broke.  It broke in two.  Cleaved in-twain if you will.   I set off like one of the King’s Men and tried to put my tea pot together again.  I think it would have been better if it was shattered into a million tiny little pieces because then I wouldn’t have been looking at it like I could have “saved” it.  After crying about it (it’s okay to laugh at me), I realized that I had no choice but to throw it away.  Ugh.

Since then, I have have escalated my daily teapot use.  I have about 7 that I rotate through for daily use, and no, they are not labeled for the days of the week (but that’s a good idea, I may have to try that).  In addition to those, I have at least 40 other pots that are hidden away in the Nick-Knack Cabinet that are never used, as well as so many cups/saucers or mugs from travels or whatnot.

It’s safe to say that yes, I have a problem. No, I’m not doing anything about it.   But I do not have any other completely glass teapots.  There will only ever be the one.

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