I was chatting with my cousin Amy recently and she told me that she was collecting mugs, things she buys in thrift shops and other places. She sent me a picture of some of the mugs she bought, including this one. I sent her pics of some of the mugs we've had here, because since I have been living in a nation of tea drinkers for the last twenty years or so (on and off), I have found a few interesting ones of my own. My wife, who thinks our cupboards are way too full with mugs of various sorts made that remark: "We have been collecting mugs since we've been together, but only accidentally, we don't need to turn it into a hobby." Which is very true and it deserves to be a new great unknown line. And a note to end this post: this nice blue rustic ceramic mug was a birthday present from my parents-in-law, bought from a local artisan when they lived in Brittany. They gave us two of them. My wife wished they hadn't.
Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Yes, mugs are like coat hangers. They seemingly multiply all by themselves. One must be ruthless in culling them periodically!
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