Eggy

Posted byofftheedgegardeningPosted inThoughts

One Easter, in the mists of time, my OH bought me a chocolate egg which was accompanied by a yellow egg cup emblazoned with the script “Little Princess”. It was both delicious and funny. Since then, on the majority of Saturday mornings, he makes me one boiled egg with two pieces of toast, one lightly buttered, one with a thin scrape of marmite (hush you naysayers!). It is a tradition in our house and a very good way to start the weekend.

That is until a couple of months ago when disaster struck. A stray elbow, a careless hand, a vindicative sprite, for whatever reason the precious egg cup fell to the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces. “Don’t worry, I can fix it” my valiant, and probably over-ambitious OH reassured me. And he did. In his way. And I love it. And it is both delicious and funny.

However, it has now transformed from a functional item to a work of art/statement of love. Which left me egg cupless – a woeful state indeed. How could I replace such a rare and precious artifact?

A great friend of mine has had a heart-breakingly sad year. She has borne her loss with courage and grace and is now living with her grief in an uneasy truce. Some days she wins, other days not. Despite all of this pain she has worked hard to help her own healing process. To live her life for both herself and her much missed husband. And, luckily for me, one of these ways is to take up pottery.

Last week we met for lunch and she presented me with two fabulous egg cups. Naturally she couldn’t make one for me and not OH! I was absolutely thrilled. They are all the more special because they are made by someone who is very dear to me. Someone who I admire and love and wish I could soothe just a little bit more. Thanks Duffs, you are a star!

13 thoughts on “Eggy”

  1. What a lovely post, and yet another way to have Duffs in your life every Saturday morning. Yes you must keep your repaired egg cup, and now you have two bespoke and special egg cups. I can’t believe you little Princess routine every Saturday morning. We too follow that route, where I am only permitted downstairs on the count audible wherever I am of 3,2,1 minutes left for the boiled egg breakfast and I must be there on time! Usually I am working on my post of SOS. I am not permitted to lift a finger! The eggs are then paraded and I get to choose which one. Such are the wonderful habits of soulmates.

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      1. We have two special cups and saucers which we only use on Saturday and Sunday, birthdays and bank holidays. Now this has inspired me to include in my post tomorrow for In a Vase on Monday.

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