This is the story of an English sugar pot and how it came home with me.
I wasn't really looking for a sugar pot, English or otherwise, that day. It was just a pleasant afternoon browsing around the antique shop with my mom and sister.
Poking at the variety of objects, some old- some not so old, turning over a dish here, lifting up an item there, peering into the corners to see what treasures might be lurking in the shadows.
But when I lifted an English sugar pot the unthinkable happened....... the lid slipped between my fingers and smashed into pieces.
As I collected the bits of china I checked the price tag and sighed, of course it was expensive. Thankfully, even expensive sugar pots are not too expensive. But under normal circumstances I wouldn't have bought it at that price.
In all my years of antiquing, that was the very first time I have dropped anything. I was a bit mortified. Curiously enough, I kept hearing little bangs and crashes all afternoon while we were shopping. And my sister reached up to take down an item and some sort of giant wooden handled knife fell on my head. Thankfully, it wasn't breakable.
Maybe it was a phase of the moon.....
I now have one very pretty, but expensive button container.
I certainly wasn't going to let that money go to waste! So I glued all the pieces back together and it now sits on my sewing table.
It's a very pretty pot, even if it now is slightly defective.
