Oh no, my tea pot's broken!

If you know me, you'll know how much I rely on my teapot to keep me sane.

When things get stressful out in the world, I always want to go-home-have-a-cup-of-tea. That's one word.

My pretty little teapot (bought from Robert Gordon out in Pakenham, an awesome place because you can paint your own stuff there!) lost a substantial chip from the inside rim. It was substantial because it landed in my finger when I was rinsing the pot out! I had to call Catriona (who aspires to study medicine one day) to bandage it up. Now the pot is to sharp and dangerous to use. I've already broken the lid and substituted a non-matching one, so I guess it's time.

Here's a picture of the old pot in its heydey.

So I'm looking for a new teapot. I have a temporary one, bought from the op shop near work (a good place to get stuff with some character, and also donate a few buck to charity). But the temporary one has a bad case of drip-all-over-the-counter, so it's not going to stay. May have to give it to Lizzie for her ornamental collection.

The new pot has to be small, has to be gorgeous, has to keep the tea hot, has to pour really well, and has to be gorgeous. So I'm looking.