However, I fear the worst about what this might mean for my current disregard for cats and the art of macramé. If I'm ever given the gift of a teapot-shaped brooch or a fridge magnet that says "friends are like a pot of tea blah blah blah" I shall surely faint. For the time being, I want it hot, strong and milky. The end.
Or is it? Killing time before a flight at Heathrow this fall I wandered through the Harrods boutique, quietly laughing at the various teapot-shaped cookie tins, oven mitts and Christmas balls. And then I saw a cheesy little collection of tea mugs bearing the *humourously* combined names of London streets like "Faith St" + "Hope Lane" on one or "Milk Street" + "Sugar Quay" on another. And, well, um.... so, yes. This one had to come home with me.
It is the perfect size, the perfect weight, has the perfect handle and goes safely into the dishwasher. And I love it irrationally.
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I think tea would go well with triple-fudge brownies! Mmmm...
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Crazy for Chocolate! Mad for Mocha! Fond of Frosting!
xo
When you find the perfect coffee cup, you MUST HAVE IT. It enhances the beverage experience in way that can't be adequately expressed in words. And, yours references the awesomeness of bacon. Hello, YES. ;)
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