A bit of thrift store magic.
C’s daily coffee mug, which he picked out himself at the Sanrio store in San Francisco. I will never forget one of our oldest friends remarking, in reference to C, “He’s a card, that Stinky Lee.” I named our Dodge Sportsman Stinky Jr. (We rescued the van from a field of goats and I am not making that up.)
Wine cup. It’s not great for hot liquids. Emma may recognize this, as it was actually left behind in the cupboard when we moved into her and C’s mum’s old house (how could you, you heartless monsters!)
My daily coffee mug. Meets all my requirements for The Perfect Mug. Thick walls, large capacity, big comfy handle I can actually fit all four of my fingers through (I HATE only having space for two or three, and I’ve got skinny fingers, guys. Get with it, cup designers.) Subotnick is a Portland company, and I’m pretty sure I stole this from one of our old roommates.
So, Jennhoney demanded I show her my mugs. Now where are my damn beads?