The one thing they lack, however, is practicality. I would have to drink at least five cupfuls in a sitting. So my pretty teacups remain in the cupboard, awaiting their next tea party and sighing wistfully as I continue to use more mug-like cups.
|The little saucer, by the way, says "Eat Me". Link.|
I console myself by imagining that eventually I will be able to use them all the time, on that fine day when my closet becomes immaculately tidy and I learn to play the violin.
In other news, I have been working on crocheting a baby sweater for a friend, whose son shall make an appearance in a few months. All I have left is to sew on the buttons. It's been rather an involved project, and when it is finished photographs shall be taken and displayed accordingly.