If teacups could talk my house would be full of conversation...because my house is full of tecups. My collection of china cups--begun many years ago, when I set up housediiping as a child bride--has long since outgrown its home in the glass-front armoire and spread out to occupy side tables and shelves and hooks in the kitchen or to find safe harbor in the dining-room hutch. Some of these cups I inherited from women I love--my mother and aunties. Some are gifts from my husband or my children or from special friends. A few are delightful finds from eligant boutiques or dusty antique shops.