Say it's over / say I'm dreaming / say I'm better than you left me

[ajodasso]

So, you may remember the broken teacup episode from a few days ago. That very day, I wrote to the gallery shop in York where I bought that beautiful pair seven years ago. The gallery owners kindly wrote back to tell me that they remembered the potter's name, but that, as they understood it, he had retired from making pieces and that they had not heard anything from him in years. They had no contact information for him. I thanked them and hit the internet with the potter's name, determined to track him down. Somehow, after a bunch of dead-end links, I did. I found a RedBubble photography profile, and from there I used the geographical information to find him on Facebook. I explained what had happened to one of our beautiful mugs after so many years of faithful service and that I would like to buy another pair from him if any were left. He responded saying he'd check storage, he thought he still had some mugs floating around, and get back to me with photos.

Just moments ago, the following message and photographs turned up in Gmail:

Hi, attached are a couple of mug shots. What I forgot to say before is that you can have the mugs for free, just pay the postage! The mugs have been on a shelf for about 10 years so I don't think we will miss them, just glad they will be going to a good home. Where do you live?





To say that I am overcome would be an understatement.

Six perfect beauties, identical: an eternity of teacups.

(For once, just once, the cup's gathered back together.)