Dear Folks, Every day and every day I use my little brown teapot. Frankly, it's not pretty but it's not ugly either. It's ceramic with a dark brown and beige glaze on it. I can brew up two cups of tea in it nicely. It was given to me back in the 80s by my friend Fred who bought it for me in Switzerland and lugged it all the way back home. Even though it isn't the prettiest teapot in the world, it's just the right size for me. Before I go to bed at night I put a teabag in it and pour boiling water over it. When I get up the next day I have a perfect cup of strong tea. But as I'm writing this, I realize that I do have two other teapots that are really pretty. One was given to me as a wedding gift in 1950. It's a pretty royal blue with a gold stripe on the top of it. It was made by Hall and I'm certain that it's worth much more than it was back in 1950. Nonetheless, there's no reason I can't enjoy it all by myself now. The other teapot is one that my best girlfriend gave me as a gift back in the late 1960s. It was made by Noritake. It's white with a border of an aqua design. Between the two of them I think I'll ask my niece Deb or my neighbor Dawn to reach up to the top of my kitchen cabinet and bring down the blue one. Even though it may be valuable, there's nothing that says that I can't enjoy using it and looking at it. Of course it holds more than two cups of tea, but I think I can handle pouring in just the right amount of boiling water. Yes, I must enjoy my blue teapot at last. vee