My teapot collection grew by two recently when my brother and sister in law gifted me with a couple really cute ones as a thank you for putting them up for a few days this past summer.  We LOVED having them and it is never a problem to entertain (provided we are here) so the gifts were a total and unnecessary surprise.

This one was selected with the fisherman husband in mind as you can tell.

The perfect teapot to use when Chris comes home from a fishing adventure, don’t you think?

I may be fishing for compliments but I think this one is a pretty good one.

“When you go out hunting wicked spirits, it’s the simple things that matter most. The silvered point of your rapier flashing in the dark; the iron filings scattered on the floor; the sealed canisters of best Greek Fire, ready as a last resort…

But tea bags, brown and fresh and plenty of them, and made (for preference) by Pitkin Brothers of Bond Street, are perhaps the simplest and best of all.

OK, they may not save your life like a sword-tip or an iron circle can, and they haven’t the protective power of a sudden wall of fire. But they do provide something just as vital. They help keep you sane.”
― Jonathan Stroud, The Screaming Staircase