I"m feeling better lately so I'm back at the blog. Here is some purple transferware I bought from an auction in Bainbridge.
I am always fascinated by the movements of the people. They always seem to be so busy. Where have they been?
I read that the saucers were deep so as to hold the coffee - that it was impolite to drink from the cup. I've heard other victorian stories that were just made up ( such as the petticoat table myth) so I never know if these tales are true or not. I remember the old folks here pouring their coffee into their saucers and blowing on it to cool it, so there is some truth to the drinking from the saucer part. I saw that myself.
Where is she going? Who are these people telling her goodbye?