My mother kept them in her special cupboard for tableware that was brought out for visitors but she never used these, probably because there was only one cup and saucer. I've always had a weakness for florals and for blue and white cups and mugs, so I keep them on a shelf in the kitchen where I can see them every day.
A rummage around Google informs me that Leighton Pottery was in existence from 1940 to the mid-1950s, that the May Blossom series was made by the process of transferware. I'm guessing they might have been a wedding present. My parents didn't throw them out but they didn't cherish them. I do.
I'm adding May Blossom crockery to the list of Things I Love. This list, and its companion, Things I Want to Do are the rough drafts of the directions I want to take when I'm stronger. A form of magic perhaps, to conjure up a bright future.
