My dad has an extensive teapot collection, many of which are antiques and very few are actually used. I usually just use the teapot he has out in the kitchen, but today, he handed me another teapot from his hidden stash “to nurture and look after”—verbatim.
This one isn’t an antique, but it’s still older than my dad apparently. It’s also handmade, like the rest of his precious teapots. My dad tied the lid to the pot with golden string and then found a perfect saucer—”Useful room decor!”
I can’t wash it with soap, but tea leaves are cleansing agents (?!)…who knows.





