My friends and sisters look at me with wide eyes when I tell them, "pick a cup" while I put the kettle on. They think all these beautiful cups are just for looking at. To me, if you can't use them, why have them? My daughters will go directly to their favorite and a few of my friends will too. Others, say, "you choose for me." I guess they are a little afraid, I don't know. It's a conversation starter, as if we needed one, for me to be able to tell them where the cup in their hand came from. While I might be saddened for a moment if one should break, I would quickly get over it. After all I can't take it with me when I go but I can receive the joy it was meant to bring while I am here. Oh I'm so corny.