I have a weakness for worn old tea cups that no one else wants, especially those with fading designs or teensy chips in the rim. When i have a cup of tea in one of those cups, I think about what conversations they must have overheard or the comfort they brought on a chilly afternoon. There’s a special beauty in their aged state and imperfection.
 Last week i scored some great tea cups at my local thrift store. The tea cups were each 50 cents and their mix-n-match saucers were a quarter each! They’ll enjoy a nice new life at my house – they won’t be forgotten here just because they’re well-loved.
