Cuppa tea, anyone?

I did what might be the unthinkable to some people; I used a fancy schmancy tea cup as a planter.

Upon my great-grandmother’s death, most girls in my family were given a flowered tea cup from her collection.  I was given the lily of the valley tea cup, and after several years and a few moves, the delicate handle had broken off the cup.  I’ve never been quite sure how to use it ever since.  It’s mainly been on display either in my bathroom or on my desk, collecting all sorts of odds and ends.  That is until this past Friday night, when I turned it into something just as lovely as it’s intended purpose; it became a planter!

I’m very pleased, just in case you didn’t pick that up, and love the new addition to the couple of plants already occupying a portion of my desk.

Hope this inspires you to use special or every day items in a new way.

(these pictures were taken late that night.  sorry for the poor lighting.)


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About Heather.B

I'm a thirty-something (how did I get so old?!) esthetician (Jan 2009), soon-to-add holistic services (Jan 2013), and then onto business school with a few more endeavors in the works. Stayed tuned though as this changes often. I call it "what-to-be-when-I'm-a-grown-up ADD" - but here's a great quote of encouragement if you're similar in nature: “The experience of centering was one I particularly sought because I thought of myself as dispersed, interested in too many things. I envied people who were ‘single-minded,’ who had one powerful talent and who knew when they got up in the morning what it was they had to do. Whereas I, wherever I turned, felt the enchantment: to the window for the sweetness of the air; to the door for the passing figures; to the teapot, the typewriter, the knitting needles, the pets, the pottery, the newspaper, the telephone. Wherever I looked I could have lived. It took me half my life to come to believe I was okay even if I did love experience in a loose and undiscriminating way and did not know for sure the difference between good and bad. My struggles to accept my nature were the struggles of centering.” – [from Centering in Pottery, Poetry, and the Person by Mary Caroline Richards] I'm a lover of animals (especially my bird and cat), my niece and nephew (and #3 on HER way), and plants; an avid crochet-er (and other crafty things), amateur photographer, baker extraordinaire, dreamer of travels far away (camping and road trips settle me for now), searcher of different music, and beloved daughter of The King. Add in a penchant for being taught new things, and you've got a good idea of what you're dealing with here. I, also, have an endocrine disorder (PCOS) that causes me to have a low carb diet and an insatiable appetite for holistic health (along with a big butt) - I console myself with the reminder that there are worse things, like being eaten by an alligator. Lastly, I've found I get bored easily and procrastinate like it's my job. So who knows how steadily I'll contribute to this. Welcome! If you choose to read this, I've warned you fairly ;), and I really hope you enjoy the variety of my life. Please send me a note and let me know about you!

3 responses to “Cuppa tea, anyone?”

  1. Peace Of Iran says :

    I think that’s beautiful! I’m a big fan of tea and old fashioned tea cups. I’ve seen some turned into candles too. Really inventive idea!

    • musingsofheatherlyb says :

      Thank so much!

      I think I’ve seen the candle idea, too, now that you mention it; thanks for the reminder! I’ll have to keep an eye out for more old tea cups and try it out.


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