I love colors. All colors. Especially jewel tones. But I seem to always come back to blue.
For instance. I’ve had cobalt blue forever, and was trying to change it up in the last few years by adding some striking red items in my kitchen, and some chartreuse as well. Glorious. But I found this, and couldn’t resist. At least I only got one. And even though it’s a bowl, I got it to use as a cup. I love it!
Not only is it gorgeous for tea, it works for lattes as well. (I have a thing for swirls.)
I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned that I have an addiction to jammies the way some women have an addiction to shoes.
My new all time faves, and the latest acquisition. See? More swirls. In blue.
So I asked Gadget what he thought of my gorgeous new jammies.
“You look like a teapot.”
Oh, the love. He went on to explain. “You’re little at the top, round in the middle, and flat on the bottom.”
“Just like a teapot!”*
My cup overfloweth. At least I knew (this time) that he was being silly in his own special way, and I accepted his comments graciously. Even without Zoloft! To be true, I am feeling as though I look like a teapot, and am constantly marveling at how my belly could possibly be protruding SO MUCH so soon. I am a woman of size, regardless of gestational state, but this… …this seems a bit extreme. (But it is what it is. And I’m beyond grateful to be carrying a lively little boy, no matter how big he and I become!)
*Showcased here is my little English teapot, purchased at a Safeway supermarket (of all places) in the London area. Note the apple green accent wall with the gorgeous Australian tiles. I spy some gum nut gnomes as well. The apple green transition took place last weekend with all the other spring freshening. It’s very happy, and looks great for the most part, but it doesn’t quite fit with that sandy beachy oatmealy color that has become the main color downstairs. So I may re-do it after a bit. Or not. I might have gotten my spring painting bent out of my system.
