Lyle broke my favorite coffee cup. Just swiped it carelessly from the table with a flick of his wrist, and in one moment I went from enjoying a lovely cup of joe to picking broken pieces of pottery out of a puddle on the floor.
I've completed the mourning process now, and am ready to look for a new love. It has to be just the right size- not too big, and the handle has to fit at least 3 of my fingers and not be too thick. This one was store bought, but I think I'll go for handmade this time. And of course it must be beautiful.
I hate losing a beloved object, but I love the chance to search for a new one! I'll report back when I have been successful in my quest.
Oh no! Sorry!
ReplyDeleteHow about one of these?
ReplyDeletehttp://www.jenniethepotter.com
(sorry about your mug)
:-(
ReplyDeleteour friend george makes great pottery. we have several of his pieces. he lives just off the square in norcross. give us a shout if you want to make the trip. i would love to see them. oh he has a fantastic yard and can tell you all about native plants.
connie
How about you have a contest to see who can find you the perfect replacement? I'd have fun keeping an eye out!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Mom!
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