Well, given the infrequency of my saucer postings lately, Dear Reader, I could hardly call this a "Saucer of the Week" post, now could I?
To be honest, the only reason I am beginning the New Year with a saucer post at all is because I was deliciously skewered by fellow-blogger Boxing the Compass in a most-amusing post at the end of December titled "Coming Attractions for 2013!" Written by a Mr. Yankee Whisky Papa (the putative author of said blog) the post in question provides a tongue-in-cheek preview of what a number of us on the blogosphere will be posting about in 2013. Reggie was singled out for sorely testing the patience of his readers with rather too many posts about saucers, a theme he was expected by Mr. Whisky Papa to continue throughout the new year. If you haven't read Boxing the Compass or the post in question already, Dear Reader, I encourage you to click over and give them a gander. You will thank me, for sure.
So, in tribute to Mr. Whisky Papa's saucy prediction, I am pleased to provide you with yet another saucer post—my first (but decidedly not my last) of the New Year:
Today's featured saucer is a pretty porcelain one lavishly painted with gilt decoration in the classical taste. I suspect that it is French, and that it was likely made in the first quarter of the nineteenth century. It is one of a dozen in a coffee service that I own which includes coffee cans (not cups, Dear Reader, but rather cans) that I acquired many years ago from an antiques dealer who has long-since closed up shop.
I am partial to this saucer because the decoration is lovely, and because it—when combined with the coffee can that goes with it—is immensely pleasurable to use for its intended purpose, namely drinking coffee. Also, it glistens most attractively in the candle light of dinner parties held at Darlington House.
For you see, Dear Reader, the saucers I own are not merely decorative, but utilitarian as well. Pretty things are made to be used, in my view, and not stored away on a shelf forever out of harm's way. One only goes around these parts once, so why not make the best of it and use one's pretty things?
Photograph by Boy Fenwick