"You can never have too many eagles," Jason Robards says in the wonderful movie A Thousand Clowns. Can you also never have too many teapots? Looking around my kitchen the other day I was thinking that I possibly just might.
I can't quite remember where the charming big-bellied number pictured above came from. It has a 1930's look to it, but doesn't pour well. It says "U.S.A." on the bottom, which was a way to let buyers know, right after WWII, that it wasn't "made in Japan".
My husband painted one of my teapots, was it for an exhibit? What's wrong with my aging brain? My husband and his painting buddy
Stapleton Kearns are on their way to paint in Texas for a few weeks, so I can't ask him.
When I moved to Maine twenty-three years ago, one of my first exploratory trips was to the gorgeous town of
Blue Hill. I discovered a pottery shop called Rowantrees. The pottery was made on the premises with Maine clay. It was founded in 1934 by a woman who had been to India and met Gandhi. When she asked Gandhi what she could do for the people of Blue Hill, he told her to start a pottery. So back she went to Blue Hill and started Rowantrees. The White House has a set of Rowantrees dinnerware, bought by the Eisenhower's. The designs are charming, but the pottery closed last year. Still, that's a pretty long run. Andrew Phelan, the son of one of the potters who worked there, wrote a history of it
Following the Brick Path: The Story of Rowantrees Pottery.
There is a wonderful English teapot called a
"Brown Betty" which this is not, but I have seen the same design in a British movie. Either a Miss Marple mystery or The Secret of Roan Inish, I think.
This is a plain, inexpensive, "made in Japan" or perhaps China, teapot, but I love it and use it often. If I am home, I drink a pot of tea in the afternoon. There are people who don't like hot liquids. I don't like cold liquids.
The interior basket is perfect for Lapsang Souchong.
My wonderful aunt, who passed away last year, bought this very silly teapot for me on the sly after I laughed at it in a store in California.
My friend Sally gave me this delightful art deco number. It says "coorsite No. 920" on the bottom, which means it was made by the H.F. Coors Pottery.
I have never made tea in this silver German teapot inherited from my grandparents. It belonged to my great-grandmother. My grandparents fled Germany before World War II and I am not sure how this teapot came to be in America. Like most immigrants they arrived in this country with nothing. My grandmother was very modern. She was a Freudian psychoanalyst and loved Danish modern design and modern art. I never saw her use this teapot.
I found this French teapot at
Village Books in Washington, Maine and fell in love with it.
The teapot below was given to me by my mother. It is a from a child's tea set and has the phoenix design on it.
This is a very large teapot from my father, handmade by a potter in the Northwest.
I believe this is Japanese. There is a word for the type of unglazed pottery this is, but I can't find it right this minute an the web.
Here is another unglazed Japanese pot.
I have never made tea in either of those beauties above. But the one below I use all the time.
Arthritis in my thumbs has kept me from knitting for awhile. It seems better now, so I will pick up the needles again soon.
Also, I just began teaching a course on Shakespeare and the Renaissance at the
Senior College in Belfast, Maine. I LOVE it!
Hope to see some of you on Saturday, April 30th at the
Connecticut Sheep and Wool Festival!
- Kathy
Our friend Gregory Dunham (whose gorgeous watercolors of Maine you can see at http://gregorydunham.com) gave me the orchid pictured above, which is now gloriously in bloom. Thank you, Gregory!
This blue streptocarpus was given to my by my cousin Sue, who grew it from seed. Thank you Sue!
The geraniums I bought as porch plants for the summer. But geraniums will often bloom all winter long too.
A little fuzzy, but you can see the lavender, rosemary and woodpile quite clearly.
The phalaenopsis above was a present from my wonderful mother. I just moved it to the bathroom, where it is enjoying the mist from showers. Thank you, Mom!
Here's the Gregory Dunham orchid again. Not sure what kind it is.
