Monday Mug Shot

For a long time, I’ve had this idea of making a scrapbook of my personal items and the stories behind them.  I was going to call it “The Story of My Stuff”. Clever, eh?  😂  The idea behind the idea was so that when I’m gone, my kids will know where all this stuff came from and what it meant to me.  I don’t know if that’s really important to them, but I know that I had a lot of questions about the things my mom left behind.  I thought it would be really nice to know their value to her.

To most coffee and tea drinkers, an important part of the experience is the mug or cup.  You have to “feel” the mug you’re drinking out of.  I know that sounds silly, but it’s true.  Some days we feel practical, other days whimsical – moods are ever changing.  This has been my experience, anyway, and as a result I have a cup for almost every mood.  Sigh!  The frivolity of humanity sometimes.  I’m as guilty as the next girl.  What can I say?  I love my mugs.

So . . . I’ve decided to share them with the world and leave their stories behind at the same time.  Thus, “Monday Mug Shot”!  Every Monday I will profile a cup/mug from my collection for posterity and your amusement (or boredom, in which case know that there will be no hard feelings if you just delete my email). I am fully aware that this is just silliness to some people and that’s okay.  Now, on to my silliness!

The cup that I am profiling today is this one:

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It came from a charming nursery in Smithville, Texas called “Grandma’s House”.  Smithville is on the way to my sister’s house and on the occasion of a visit a couple of years ago, my sister met me at this nursery and we did some shopping.  We were accompanied by my granddaughter, Leah and my sister’s neighbor’s daughter, Aubrey.

I have always loved gardening.  Unfortunately, a little less so in the Texas summers.  This was spring time, however, and my gardening hopes were sprouting anew with no thought of the impending summer heat.  I bought a couple of tomato plants, a raspberry stick (I was feeling ambitious), and this mug.  The tomato plants are long since gone and the raspberries never materialized at all, but this little mug keeps chugging along.

This cup appeals to the earth mother within who thinks she’s more of a gardener than she really is.  After all, a true gardener would suffer the Texas summer heat for the sake of their garden, right?  I’m afraid I fall short there and prefer fall and winter gardens.  Summer is my hibernation time – me in my air conditioned cave with the t.v. remote and my latest crochet project.   But . . . that’s a different mug shot for a different Monday.

😉☕️

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