Monday, October 29, 2007
Good Monday Morning!
I got up a little earlier today than normal because the plumber is coming shortly to start redoing our pipes and I wanted to do my walk and shower, etc before he comes and shuts off the water. I haven't been out in the morning for a sunrise walk in a long time and it was so lovely and refreshing. The sky was amazing, red golds, yellow golds, and all the clouds kissed with colors in all directions. (I'm sure the smoke from the fires helped, but I'll take the slimmest of silver linings where I can get it.) I'm glad I was up to see it.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
My Morning Cup
Some days are slow around here. I don't have a specific deadline (I should probably get one) and no paying jobs at the moment. It's NICE. So I considered the humble coffee mug. I have lots but I usually chose this one from the cupboard:
My mom drinks her tea from a mug that looks like some kind of science experiment about the deconstruction of a china mug handle, micro layer by micro layer. It looks normal from afar:
But up close where your thumb goes is a different story. That's not dirt or leftover tea or anything, that's just years of use eroding away at the paint.
Tom said "i just get paper cups at a cafe...i know...it's horrible." I asked him to take a photo anyway and he got all snappy saying "you don't know what they look like? here, pick one..." and linked me to this page:
Rock on, Tom. You gotta get your coffee however you can get it.
Sarah said, "This is the only mug I like to use. Picky, Picky."
Clean. Spare. Minimal. Classy.
I was thinking a lot about mugs (no, I'm fine, I don't need a new job) and remembered buying my dad a mustache mug ages ago when he grew a mustache. Must have been around the late 70's. They looked something like this:
Then saw this one while googling "mugs" and I think it's pretty cool:
Send me a picture of your favorite mug please and I'll do follow up posts. Email it to: jfreyla at mac (dot) com.
Enjoy.
My mom drinks her tea from a mug that looks like some kind of science experiment about the deconstruction of a china mug handle, micro layer by micro layer. It looks normal from afar:
But up close where your thumb goes is a different story. That's not dirt or leftover tea or anything, that's just years of use eroding away at the paint.
Tom said "i just get paper cups at a cafe...i know...it's horrible." I asked him to take a photo anyway and he got all snappy saying "you don't know what they look like? here, pick one..." and linked me to this page:
Rock on, Tom. You gotta get your coffee however you can get it.
Sarah said, "This is the only mug I like to use. Picky, Picky."
Clean. Spare. Minimal. Classy.
I was thinking a lot about mugs (no, I'm fine, I don't need a new job) and remembered buying my dad a mustache mug ages ago when he grew a mustache. Must have been around the late 70's. They looked something like this:
Then saw this one while googling "mugs" and I think it's pretty cool:
Send me a picture of your favorite mug please and I'll do follow up posts. Email it to: jfreyla at mac (dot) com.
Enjoy.
