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One of my favorite Franz Collection teacups - this one is the “Mint herb design.” I also love the Floral Bouquet Collection. My china is mismatched white, silver & gold Kate Spade (I’ll do a more detailed post on my table settings later), and I think that these items would be a gorgeous splash of color. 

The longer I stare at these things, the more I realize that they’re totally something you would find in your weird relative’s china cabinet (or buy off of HSN at 3AM)…but I don’t care. I love them anyway.  

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I first discovered Franz Collection in a vintage shop in Los Angeles, and immediately bought the cream & sugar set you see pictured above for my mother (who collects cream & sugar sets, as well as teacups) for Christmas. Shortly thereafter, I discovered the teapot in a store in Ogunquit (where we were married), and realized that Franz is not some obscure, defunct company, but is rather quite well-known and available in shops across the country. No matter: I love it. Is it crazily over-the-top and campy? Oh, yeah…but that’s why I think it’s so exquisite. Some of my favorite lines are their “Herbs” and their “Flitters.” 

I’d kind of like to start my own teacup collection, now that I have the space for it, and think that some of these might be a lovely starting point. 

The teacup off to the left is from a different set: I found it at the 39th Street Flea Market and gave it to my mom as a Christmas present last year. Also pictured is a photo of me at age 2 (?) with my grandma and grandpa (on my dad’s side), as well as a letter that Dad received from Eleanor Roosevelt (signed by the lady herself) after he wrote her in ‘61. Oh, and a bottle of Patron that has been sitting in my parents’ dining room for…maybe eight years? 

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Today I headed over to the RTL offices at CBS Studios on 57th Street to film an interview in which I discussed J.Lo’s sex “sexual situations” tape, which her ex-husband, Ojani Noa, is allegedly in possession of. This would be big trouble for Mrs. Anthony, if not for the confidentiality agreement that Noa signed in the wake of his 2004 firing from his position as manager of Madre’s (her now-defunct Pasadena restaurant). Whoops. So Lopez slapped Noa with a restraining order preventing him from distributing the tape (at least temporarily). 

J.Crew cashmere sweater borrowed from Mom (I ran out of clothing on Day 4 of my housesitting assignment), Express studded leggings.


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