Xtremely Kitsch

I am sure that many people would never admit to owning anything as kitsch as my camel teapot. But not me, I think it is great. It originally belonged to my maternal grandfather, Marthinus Christoffel Barnard, a rather eccentric fellow, who had a passion for collecting anything bright and garish. Though to be fair to him, not everything he collected was kitsh, like.....mmmmm. I'll have to think about that one.


My mother passed this onto me when I left home and moved into my first house. I think she saw it as a golden opportunity to get rid of it, because I cannot recall her ever using it. Over the past 35 years I have taken great delight in serving tea in it, very often to the embarrassment of my family. It always gets a good reaction, from guffaws to people trying to politely ignore it.

My mother-in-law was particularly "rude" about it. It eventually became a family joke, as I left it to her in my will, just in case I died before her.
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