As I soaped them up, rinsed them off and dried them, I enjoyed the different textures, weights and shapes from fine china to handmade pottery. As I arranged them on the window sill and counter, I thought about how this little collection started and I reminisced about each set as I prepared it for display.
For example, this one was a gift from one of my daughters-in-law. It's handmade which makes it highly respectable in my eyes with a rugged beauty about it.
But of these and all the rest, here’s my favorite today as I arrange these pairs in my home—the diner cup. I bought it at an estate sale at an old home in Navasota, Texas, several years ago. I would imagine that if it could talk, I would hear some interesting tales.
As I looked at it, I began to ponder why it appealed to me. It’s not pretty, at all. No interesting shape or pattern here. It’s plain and simple, ah, but oh so durable with a good heft to it. That’s it! That’s what draws me to this duo. This cup and saucer were probably thrown into many a bus boy’s tub and, then, callously dumped into hot, soapy dishwater or thoughtlessly loaded into many a dishwasher without even chipping. Today it says to me, “Sure, I’ve had a tough life and I may be a little stained but I’m still serving my purpose and I’ve brought countless people comfort over time.”
So, I gathered inspiration from this humble little cup and saucer and vowed to do a better job of standing strong in the face of life’s challenges and continuing to serve my purpose as it unfolds.
1 comment:
Talking cups, huh? I like it! I think we'll all enjoy seeing that cup collection back out where it belongs.
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