Because you can find deeper meaning in anything if you’re looking for it.
When I’d tested my new SD card last weekend, the camera wouldn’t read it, and I was sad. But I formatted it on the computer, and it appears to be working now. I’m also finally in the process of copying my Aperture library over to its shiny new hard drive, so it seems that the DSLR situation is close to being sorted.
I somehow wound up with a teacup collection when I was a girl. It started when my paternal grandmother gave me a cup & saucer set after my first ballet recital (in 1984 or 1985, if memory serves). She continued to give these to me through the years, and after a while (when I had proven that I would not break them, I imagine) she gave me a few that I suppose now count as heirlooms. Eventually, my maternal grandmother started giving me teacup sets as well. I bought a few myself at antique shops later on, but most of them had been gifts.
As part of moving out of my apartment, I had to unpack them and photograph them to make sure they were properly insured with the moving company. I had forgotten just how many of these I had, since they haven’t been on display anywhere in over ten years.
This cup and saucer were given to my father, Harvey Cox, as a Christmas gift from his mother, Honore Cox, about the turn of the century. I loved it as a girl and now I want you to have it on your birthday.