Blue pot from Czechoslovakia---it sat on the shelf for a month, so when it hit dollar day, I had to bring it home. Weird design--you can't pour from it without taking the lid off (it covers the spout)--more like a sugar jar... I wouldn't use it for a tea pot anyway, I just want to look at its blue.
Note: I discovered you turn lid turns sideways without lifting it off, to reveal the spout.
I will use this one though-- for flowers, when farmers markets start up. It was donated by an antique store that quarterly offloads stock that hasn't sold. The floral pattern here is raised--not sure what you call it. Some markings on the bottom, but no words. Anyway, I LOVE the shiny black!
Off to work in a few minutes--more seminarians today, I think... I liked taking them on Walkabout but it's a lot of emotional work to do it--wish someone else would help out, but that's unlikely. At the store, if you see something, do something---and then it's always and entirely yours to do.
I have been doing well and feeling well not eating white flour or alcohol for a couple months now. (White flour has always been my dietary mainstay...)
Yesterday I decided to splurge at the funeral reception for Maura's dad (r.i.p, and thanks, Tom!). I had several little floury desserts and four glasses of wine.
Came home in the late afternoon and felt so sick, I went to bed. Feeling icky, I slept unsoundly till this morning.
It seems my body just cannot process that stuff anymore.
One of these days I'll go to the doctor and find that out Officially (glucose levels, etc.), but it's entirely obvious.
