Yesterday, Corey at Tongue in Cheek posted about loving an antique broken inkwell. I commented saying that old broken things were growing on me.
Today, V. was washing the cup (1855) he bought me at the brocante this summer and was so afraid of breaking it, that he broke it.
I've asked him to glue it back together and it will take a place of prominence on the kitchen shelf.
Amen,
Stella
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I just moaned:
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH NOOOOOOO!"
Vlad must feel like a turtle poop. I guess you gotta come back to find another cup for your tea! Yann will never let V do dishes now, lol!
I have rarely seen the look of utter dismay on his face. He was so incredibly sorry he could hardly speak.
It's not like it's easy to replace....waaaaaaaaaaaaa!
POOOOR Vlad! I feel bad for both of you, but he must REALLY have been speechless... It looks gluable and you will think of all the "Mariage et freres" tea that you enjoyed drinking out of it every time you see it in your kitchen.
It is gluable but there are tiny pieces missing. I feel that I have not been a good steward of this treasure...
If anyone can fix the cup it will be you. Poor Vlad!! I imagine he feels so bad!
If anyone can fix the cup it will be you. Poor Vlad!! I imagine he feels so bad!
If anyone can fix the cup it will be you. Poor Vlad!! I imagine he feels so bad!
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