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The Collection




These are pictures of some of the tea cups I've collected over the years. My grandmother gave me my first one when I was twelve. It was not long before she died, and she was giving away her stuff, although I didn't realize what was going on at the time. Since then, I have collected almost forty. Most of them have been gifts, but I have bought some unique ones myself.

I have a lot from England because a collection isn't complete without bone china from England, for whatever reason. I have cups from Italy, Germany, Czechoslovakia, Denmark, occupied Japan, China, Holland, Austria, Sweden, and a Limoges demitasse from France that sits in a sterling silver holder. Aside from the dragon cup from my grandmother, the Limoges may be my favorite.
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dive said…
I love the tall, black one.
That must be a real pig to wash and dry.
10:29 AM
Scout said…
It does seem pretty impractical. But I don't use any of these anymore. They are all lines up on the ledge that is about ten feet up, so I can't get to them without a giant ladder. I don't think about the dust, so don't ask about how I clean up there.
10:32 AM
dive said…
At that altitude, just pretend they're "self-cleaning".
10:43 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
I love the tall one too.

My mom collects teacups. These are nice.
11:31 AM
Ms Mac said…
They're gorgeous and you're lucky you have a means of having them out so you can admire them whenever you look in that direction!
12:28 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
ok, who does the dusting of all these nice cute little cups?
2:09 PM
Gina said…
I like teacup collections. Once I passed up buying a beautiful one with the plate, but I didn't and I have always regretted it.

Yours are very pretty, I like the strong blue one.
2:53 PM
Scout said…
I passed up buying a unique one with a cameo face at the bottom (there is a name for it which escapes me at the moment). I went back for it, and it was gone. I haven't been able to find any since.
5:10 PM
Molly in Alaska said…
What a coincidence -- my grandmother gave me a dragon teacup too! Is it the red one on the shelf in your middle photo? If so, we might have the same one. I should take a photo of mine and email it to you.
6:45 PM
Scout said…
Molly, the red one is kind of dragonish, but it's not the one from my grandmother. I got that one in an antique store in Marrietta, Georgia. I can't remember what day it is, but I know where I bought each cup.

I'll try to take a picture of the dragon cup and post it.
7:47 PM
Old Knudsen said…
Dennis the menace and his catapult would love to come round for tea someday.
1:56 AM
Anil P said…
Then you must visit India, It's a tea country, and the cups make for a good choice, especially down the ages as opposed to now.
3:40 PM
Scout said…
Anil P, ironically, I don't like tea very much. I've got coffee in my blood. Welcome, though.
4:12 PM
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