Friday, May 20, 2011

Coffee Tales

I saw this post the other day about how coffee mugs tell a story and thought it would be fun to add mine to the list.

The mug you see to the left is a mug that I associate with my parents and the house we lived in before my parents divorced.

I didn't take the whole set whenever it was that my mom put them in a garage sale or gave them away, but I took one.

It reminds me of the carefree days of elementary school, of a happy home and a happy town.

This cup has been with me my entire life, although I don't drink coffee and neither does my husband--we break out our random selection of mugs for the grandparents and other visitors when they stop by.

Do the mugs in your house have a story?

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