I love me a little Wedgwood. Especially the blues and black. It’s because of Irene, my mum. I ‘ve always said, Hell hath no fury like a woman denied a spree in duty-free. My Mother’s Irish. She always always brought home a piece or three of Waterford, Beleek or Wedgwood when she returned from a visit to the “old country.” Over the years, the collection grew; enough where my oldest friend Monica will say in a fit of silence during a phone conversation: “Wedgwood.” That’s it, just Wedgwood. The little plates are my favorite. They look so cute stacked. They have astrological themes (I only have the crab), as well as great cameo reliefs. Someday I’ll hang them on a wall. I also have lots of Wedgwood jewelry. What can I say? I caught Irene’s anglo-centric flair, I honor it with aplomb. Right now I am sticking my tongue out at Monica. — Allison R.