- a Chinese tea set with patterns of rice worked into the china (see pic above)
- a glass tea set (I’ll have to part with the pot, though, as the handle has partly come off)
- a red tea set (well, it is actually a coffee set, but as I don’t drink coffee, it has become a tea set), which my parents got for their wedding
- a brown tea set (this used to belong to my parents, too)
- a Christmas set, which used to belong to my grandmother
- umpteen-thousand different mugs
And now I’ve ordered yet another set. I blame the people at one of our local tea shops: they had the loveliest tea pot on display (white china decorated with pictures of cherry branches and blossoms). How could I possibly resist?
But that’s not the worst. Oh no. My very latest passion is table cloths. Unerringly, I always pick the most expensive cloth in the whole shop to look at. *sigh* But at least a 270-Euros price tag makes it extremely easy to resist the temptation… *g*
I’ve lately fallen in love with French patterns: I simply adore the collection of Garnier-Thiebaut.