It started with the pretty teapot, milk jug and sugar pot that my mum snapped up at a church bring-and-buy sale. Beautifully painted and antique-like in appearance if not reality, it’s the perfect way to do tea and cakes for friends with ladylike finesse.
This Christmas my boyfriend earned himself extra brownie points by buying me this gorgeous Art Deco delight from Anthropologie. It now takes pride of place in my kitchen on a strict look-don't-touch basis.
I found this little blue-and-white trio at a stall in Columbia road. I bought them from a elderly man who sells bric-a-brac just off the main street, and I absolutely love them. I once caught my housemate offering them to his friends to take shots of vodka from. It. did. not. go. down. well.
My old housemate told me that this little fella was her favourite piece of my collection. Again, it was found in the depths of a jumble sale in my village back home in Nottingham.
Finally, this lovely teacup and saucer set was again a lovely Christmas present from one of my best friends. It's too pretty to drink out of (and I'm running out of space), so it's become a place to display delicate jewellery.
My kitchen is rather on the compact side, so I’m limited to how many delicate porcelain coffee cups and kitsch pieces I can have, but it doesn’t stop me looking. I’ve recently discovered Clare Hartley, a ceramic artist who creates the prettiest cobalt-blue and white porcelain sets. I have already phantom-shopped the whole site. Now if you do excuse me, I'm off to make a well deserved cuppa.