How a Broken Teacup Became an Obsession
We’ve all been there, right? That moment when you stumble upon something so unbelievably specific and bizarre that you can’t help but think, “Well, I guess I collect these now.” For me, it all started with a broken teacup. Not just any broken teacup, mind you, but a chipped, floral monstrosity I inherited from my great-aunt Mildred. It was hideous, truly a crime against porcelain, and yet… I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away.
That’s how it began. My unintentional collection of hilariously awful teacups. I know, I know, it sounds ridiculous. But hear me out!
From Garage Sales to Grandma’s Attic: The Thrill of the Hunt
What started as a reluctant acceptance of Aunt Mildred’s questionable taste quickly morphed into a full-blown (and slightly embarrassing) obsession. Suddenly, I found myself scouring flea markets and antique shops with the fervor of a pirate on a treasure hunt. Only instead of gold doubloons, I was after chipped saucers with terrifying clowns and mugs adorned with questionable slogans.
