One day last week, DH and I had a long day after a sleepless night. We put 200 miles on our bodies taking care of extended family business. It was stressful but all came out well. In the one lone hour between two appointments, we killed the time in a ratty little flea market that looked more like a many times run garage sale. I should not even have been looking because I don’t “need” more, but there it was on the shelf. It didn’t catch my eye, but the 25% off sign did so I looked closer. The cup was pretty, and I love pink roses, but I had several at home. Then I picked up this delicate bone china to see its mark was Limoges, France. Well, I had to have that since I had no Limoges representative in my stash of cups!
Nearby was another pink rose plate from Bavaria. It was so cheap and works with the cup too if necessary so it came home.
One more piece traveled back to Missouri too, and I am not sure why. The aqua border is not a color that speaks to me, but the interior of the tiny plate had some nice blue shades. It was when I picked it up that I was sold. Something about the solid feel in my hands was comforting. It too is bone china by Royal Worchester from the early 1960’s. A little big for a butter pat and too small for a saucer, what was this dish used for? Could this be an ash tray?
The weather still has chilly days, and wind and rain will be March marks. But I stand at the sliding door, my eyes lingering over the table, chairs, and empty flower pots on the deck. Oh, I hunger for nice days and a tea party soon!