Then I spied the aforementioned teapot along with a honeypot adorned with bees (another thing I had always wanted), and I was very pleased with myself (despite the fact that passersby were laughing at my choices).
little pansy plates (thank you Dancing Queen)
pink forget me not vases
mugs disguised as basketweave or ears of corn
beer tankards disguised as squirrels on giant acorns
sunflower and asparagus plates
or dishes resembling celery
Why is it charming for something to be dressed up in this way? Maybe it goes along desire to dress up in costume for art deco weekend? Who knows but I will just abandon myself to this preoccupation and not question it. (But I shall try to resist the temptation to dress as a celery stalk or sunflower.)
Maybe the best treasure to be unearthed on that outing was the powder compact (very deco looking, I thought). Another thing I had always coveted, and though I don't know where I will locate any powder to go in it I will pretend if needs be, once I get to Napier, that I am being decadent and powdering my nose in public.
I couldn't walk past a richly coloured paperweight to go with the "new" plate a friend of my mum's had donated to my sadly empty and bare cottage, either.
The best new blossom in the garden this week was a scented frilly white flower (and even in the section of the garden designated as white), the name of which I can no longer recall but which was completely beguiling to me when I read its label in the garden centre last year.
As I was hanging out the washing in the warm summer breeze I noticed one of the old teatowels I had picked up at an op shop somewhere. It was decorated with images of flowers and explicit explanations told what each of them represented. How startling to be given a bouquet containing all these different flowers, it is fortunate that we no longer associate blooms with definite meanings. What if you received this one:
Sometimes ignorance is bliss!