There are 13 teapots in my house, plus 2 honorary teapots, those being a tall china coffee pot that my parents received as a wedding gift, and a floral jug with a cracked handle that belonged to my grandmother Frances. Those two pieces just somehow fit into the collection. I have many tea cups and saucers too, both vintage and new. So, you might say that I am something of a lady of tea, a connoisseur of the vessels of the leaf, although the truth is that, out of all of those pots and cups and saucers, only one – gold edged, cream outside, shell pink inside, and reminiscent of folds of paper reopened – was purchased by me, at an antique fair in…