As many of my friends know, I have a rather e x t e n s i v e coffee cup collection. Actually, we have so many coffee cups that we don't have room for any other type of glassware (except wine glasses, of course(!)... which have been demoted to a separate cabinet). Choosing the perfect cup every morning has turned into, not just a routine, but (dare I say?) a ritual. Some people light candles or say prayers...I drink coffee out of the perfect cup. It is how I start my day.
The cup I choose has everything to do with my mood. Am I sleepy? Feeling creative? Needing comfort? About to be productive? I only pick my little porcelain troll cup on extra special days when I'm feeling exceptionally imaginative. Today is a troll cup day. See the troll and the chunky little blonde girl off to the right? Yeah--I'm her--I'm the little German girl romping around in the woods and finding giants. I'm drinking out of this particular cup because I am her and the sun is out for the first time in what feels like weeks and the leaves in my woods look just like the one on the cup.
I love troll days. They are the best kind.