Collecting Ironstone

Sometimes design trends change too fast for my sluggish soul. Hemlines go up and down; colors have a shelf life no longer than sour cream. But in my house one thing is constant and always fresh: Ironstone. I began collecting it when I was a bride. As the decades passed, fads and fancies caught my attention, but my love for white pottery never wavered. I didn't care if it was "real" Ironstone or not, if it was white, or cream, I loved it. Of course, that was many hundreds of years ago, way back