Yesterday a cheap old saucepan lid fell into the washing up bowl I'd just put the pitcher in, ready to wash it. And this is the result.
It's retired for flower duty, sigh. Served me well. I can probably glue the handle back, but it won't work as a pitcher you can trust not to dump the milk on your guests.
Sic transit gloria Wedgwoodi.
How sad! I hope there was a fitting Dolliver eulogy and Elton played an appropriate song for the occasion.
ReplyDeleteWell, she did have her moment of blog glory recently, so there's that. Two hundred years of history. Of which I had her in my hands for about 50. So there's that, too.
DeleteThat's a good way to look at it, and truly it could have been much worse. At least the handle can be reattached, which is something.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's still a lovely piece of china, even with a scar or two.
Ah well. Sympathy and empathy, in equal measure.
ReplyDeleteI only stopped breaking teapots after I ran out of extremely old ones with sentimental associations. The ones I have now were each bought at tag sales for a few dollars or less, and they seem likely to go on forever.
I realized after I wrote that it's Queensware but not Wedgwood, but nemmind. One of these days I'll remember the correct id. It's actually a good thing I broke it myself. It's awful to be a guest and break something prized. I like to set up nice cloths, china, home baking all that for afternoon tea, but it would be a bit upsetting to find you'd put paid to a but of your hostess's history!!
ReplyDeleteLike knocking a glass of red wine over the best damask cloth, arghghg.