I have a 'thing' for teapots.
To me, they symbolise the warmth and comfort of home and hearth, due to clear associations with past family gatherings. Always, always, throughout my childhood, having a cuppa helped smooth troubles, soothe heartbreak and create a space for companionship.
It was our family's habit to put the milk in first (apparently this is very non-Upper class!) then pour on the tea (always black Ceylon) from a large metal pot ensconced in a knitted cosy. The tea-making ritual could involve the best china cups and saucers - mainly for guests and great-aunts - or the mugs and glass tea cups for the everyday.
Tea making has changed somewhat since tea bags became widespread in the 1970s/80s. I remember being incredibly shocked to find, on travelling to London in 1990, that tea bags were everywhere and a Decent Cup of Tea wasn't. I had up to that point considered England to be the heartland of tea drinking, but we clearly made a better cuppa in the Antipodes!
I admit that do I use tea bags quite often now - a good quality, single source, ethical, Ceylon black tea (bag). But I still find pleasure in making tea in a pot from time to time, whether 'properly', with leaves, or with the ubiquitous tea bags. I garner enormous pleasure in setting out a tray with teapot, milk jug, sugar bowl and tea cups. It tastes better that way, somehow - partly, I'm sure, because the tea actually draws properly!
So back to my slight obsession with teapots . . .
As far as I know, none of my teapots are particularly valuable, but I love them all in their own sweet way.
Here is my everyday teapot in its slightly rough cosy . . . far from posh, but beloved in a slightly taken for granted kind of way.*
* The teapot is Maxwell and Williams and has served us well for about 10 years. The cosy was one of my first knitting adventures, hence its scruffiness. While I was/am not particularly happy with the cosy as a work of art, it's keeping my teapot warm till I make another. PS the pansy tea cosy kit is not recommended - way overpriced and the crochet pansies, being made with 3ply, are too fiddly to be fun.
Moving on, here are a few little teapots gathered over life's journey . . .
This is my favourite tea pot . . . not sure why it's my favourite, it just IS.
This dear, sturdy, brown teapot particularly represents the joys of the everyday . . .
and here are a couple of posher looking teapots. This fellow is actually a Steelite coffee pot, but in my mind I have converted it to the true path.
And finally, I bought this fellow on impulse from Provincial. I like it for its fol-de-rols.
For me, there's still nothing like a good cup of tea!
May your next cuppa be how it should be - companionable and comforting.