Some mornings, the fog outside my window feels thicker than my thoughts. This particular Sunday, with rain tapping a gentle rhythm on the glass, I found myself reaching for the kettle, then the French press, then—almost absently—the new vessel that had arrived two days prior. It wasn’t a purchase I had planned. I stumbled upon this mulebuy france ceramic teapot while scrolling through a quiet corner of the internet, the kind of place where you linger without intention. The shape was simple, almost unassuming, but the glaze—a pale, whispery lavender that shifts to blush in low light—felt like it held a secret. I clicked ‘add to cart’ without overthinking, which…