It’s that time of the week again and Sonya and I are sharing our favourite things!
This week – cups and mugs! You must go over and see she rock and roll collection – it is nothing less than we expect of the hard core biscuit dunker that she is! Link up to her blog post and share your favourites!
Our mug cupboard is stocked full, mismatched, slightly chipped and all with a story behind them! But as for my favourites?
Well my morning cup, because it’s a beautiful huggable shape and holds enough coffee for that first thing in the morning caffeine hit is this one….
A rather lovely Denby mug bought for me by my Splosh when he was in the peaks for a DofE training. I love the shape, perfect to hold in both hands and ponder the day ahead, usually with my eyes still shut!
Then there is my “one half of a pair” mug…..
Bought on a whim, well in desperation really. Bernard and I went to Stratford early last year for a university interview and stayed overnight in a not so brilliant hotel. The cups they supplied were the tiniest things I’d ever seen – no way we were going to get through the day on an egg cup full of coffee (and in her case tea) So just as the shops were shutting up we headed out for get an emergency survival kit – mugs, proper milk and extra teabags – they only supplied us with 2 for crying out loud! And there was no hot chocolate! Well this is what we got, 1 purple one and 1 blue one from a local poundshop and I love it! It’s my favourite hot chocolate at bed time mug! I hope she loves hers as much as I love mine!
And then there is this one – a bit odd my normal mug standards I guess. But when I want to be a bit hysterical….no wait….hang on….. I mean historical, that’s it. I have this one
A rather lovely 15th century style wine cup, although more often than not it has tea in it! A present from my lovely lovely Badger when he was away at a re enactment weekend. It is the most beautiful shade of blue, not really done justice by my slightly dodgy photography skills, and just a wonderfully elegant shape! And trust me – I’d be under the table if I filled it with wine – man those hysterical types could drink!
And of course for those moment in life when you need to lift your pinkie and pretend like you’re right posh, there is nothing else to be used but my Grandmothers tea set.
I can remember drinking tea at her house from these cups when I was a tiny person and they have pride of place on the shelf in the kitchen as a permanent reminder of her. I’m told she bought them during the war to replace the ones broken when their house bombed. I have no idea if that is true or not – but I love the story anyway!