My Story: I was crafted in England, trimmed with gold and dressed in delicate blooms. For years, I sat proudly at garden teas and quiet parlour chats, my rim catching the sunlight as laughter and stories were poured around me. When the gatherings grew fewer and my shelf grew still, I wondered if my time had passed. But then, across the sea and through gentle hands, I found a new purpose in Manitoba. Now, I hold a gentle flame—glowing once more, not with tea, but with light. My story continues, and I bloom again with warmth and wonder.