The teapot beside me is white Corelle stoneware. Nothing fancy, just a teapot.
I bought it when I was a graduate student, along with a set of Corelle plates, bowls, and saucers. I had grown tired of mismatched plates handed down from roommate to roommate. Having my own settings made me feel more grown-up, while Corelle reminded me of my childhood. Old and young at the same time.
I smile when I see the familiar patterns in other people’s homes. Corelle Livingware Apricot Grove – that’s the style I remember most. It tickles me pink that W-‘s mom has the same style of mugs.
It’s funny how simple things evoke emotions.