I left most of my kitchen things in Mexico and while I was sad to see them go, I figured it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be replaced. Among the glasses and plates were a pair of coffee mugs bought years ago at the art fair here in west Michigan. They’re well worn and the handle has been reattached to one at least three times, but I love them.
As luck would have it, the same art fair was this weekend and I found a new set. They aren’t exactly the same, but I lurve them all the same.
The sipping view.
Now I just need to fire up the coffee pot.