Meet my darling little sugar pot.
I met this little darling in an op-shop, not too long ago, actually.
Our eyes met, and that was it: love.
Love so great, in fact, that I bought her despite the fact that I don’t take sugar in my tea. Or my coffee, for that matter.
There was just something about her sweet little-cottage charm that told me she belonged at our house.
She was perfect in her own right, but also, perfect for me. Perfect for all the guests she’d delight with her dainty, sugary goodness.
So I cupped her in my hand and I walked her up to the counter, where a kind old lady met me with a smile.
And just like that: she was mine, this darling little sugar pot.
The most darling little sugar pot I ever did see.