I'm a strange lady, I'll admit....in fact I quite like that about me. But recently my strangeness has reached new heights (or depths depending on your point of view).
To Mr C's bemusement I got it into my head I wanted wedding china.
So I took a trip into Debenhams where we've registered. I looked around and I saw this china....and it was love at first sight.
I pinked up the tiny milk jug and weirdly my heart just lifted. I actually laughed out loud in delight. Isn't that odd? And as thats what this blog is about it warrants a mention here.
It's called 'Harlequin' and makes my heart beat quite fast. It's so cute!!!
It's Wedgewood and comes packaged in a adorable green hatbox. Which is fair enough as it's hideously expensive.
The Royal Albert range made me sigh deeply, I was torn between a blue 1950's one and the green 1930's one. I swithered.
That's about when I remembered I don't actually enjoy drinking from dainty china cups on an everyday basis and the thought of anyone spending £100 plus on a teapot made me twitch. I could envision myself forbidding anyone else from touching the china except for me. I have a vague memory of my Gran doing that.
So although I love china, but prefer to own slightly more substantial crockery, like cornish ware or denby.
So 'Harlequin' will never be mine, ever. It's doomed to be a tragic love affair.
I eventually picked the Denby collection 'Halo'. It's slightly seventy-ish but I really liked it..it made me smile..but I'll admit not as giddy at 'Harelquin'. But at least it looked and felt substaintial.
Mr C was befuddled at the whole idea of ordering the teapot and milk and sugar bowl...and got all paniced as I was counting out the cups and saucers and mugs and sideplates.....and kept saying 'But we don't have people over for tea'
I pointed out that our last three sets of visitors all had tea/coffee and cake. (home made cake too - I'll make Domestic Godess yet I tell ya!)
So it's there on my list. I don't expect to actually get it, but it means I can now collect it.
I just like the idea of bringing out the good crockery when we're eighty and proudly saying, 'this is my wedding china'
So am I alone in my china worship?
