Let me start by saying I love teapots….specifically little single serve size teapots. For whatever reason, they appeal to my senses and make me smile. I appreciate the workmanship that went into designing such a small vessel for such a noble job.
Making tea is a dignified job; a job worthy of our time and attention. A job to calm and feed our senses. For the past 35 years, I have collected these tiny teapots not to use so much as to enjoy. I have shelves filled with tiny teapots in my home. At one time I enjoyed over 100 of them. I’ve blogged about Hall teapots and Sadler teapots on my other site Attic Sister.
Most of my collection of individual serving teapots are ceramic but a few were enameled metal. Last year after I retired from the Pickwick Tearoom, I decided to downsize all of my collections and purge some of the detritus of my life. So, out went the teapots I didn’t really appreciate as much as the others. Out went the teapots that held no value; either financial or personal value. Out went the teapots that were not beautiful to me, that did not make me smile. My collection of 40 ceramic pots fits nicely on two shelves.
This systematic purging left me with only one enameled metal pot in my collection….a tiny round bodied, Christmas red, enameled teapot. How could I get rid of a Christmas red pot that made me smile just to look at it? I love that little pudgy pot but couldn’t figure a way to make it work in my collection. I thought of only putting it on display with my Christmas decorations.
Then, my daughter told me of my youngest grandson learning to pour liquids at pre-school and making a colossal mess most of the time. He’s only 3 and really good at it. You know the age? All independent and wanting absolutely no help. Without a second thought, I decided that he needed that teapot. You see, with the lid hinged to the body he cannot drop the lid into the cup which takes a good portion of the messy pouring problem away immediately. And, being metal I figured the pot would be virtually indestructible. Hopefully he wouldn’t see the teapot as a weapon or a hammer.
So, while visiting them at Christmas, I took the tiny red pot to my precious one. He loved it! But, not for pouring tea.
He carried it all over the house, not caring whether it had anything in it or not. He held the handle and drove it on the floor. Why? We have no idea. Most often though he added jellybeans or some other small item to make noise. Christmas morning, it sat in front of the TV “fireplace” I guess to add a bright spot as an accent to the cluttered holiday decor. The idea that it held liquids was secondary to his enjoyment of the noise this pot could make. I want to believe he liked the color and not just the noise making abilities.
The day will come when he pours liquid from this pot but until he does, my little guy will enjoy playing and imagining with it. Hopefully he grows to enjoy a tea party or two featuring my favorite red enameled pot. For now his enjoyment of the funny noises made with a hinged lid slapping against the base of the pot and the rattle of shaking jellybeans will make me smile.