Lately, I've been pondering the importance of a good coffee mug. One you love. One you cherish. One that makes you smile when you reach for it.
I basically have tons of coffee mugs but I tend to only use three or so, over and over, again. This week, I'm into the mug, feature above. Thanks Mom!
My mug selection comes in waves like a song you download from ITunes, play to death, stop listen to, then rediscovered the next month.
But I often wonder, why do I only use three out of the gaggle I own? Is it something about the size? A sentimental feeling for who gave it to me? The way the hot mug feels in my hands? Or could it be the design I tend to stare at while I'm mulling over my next scene in my book?
Does coffee taste better when you drink it from a mug you really like?
These are questions that may never be answered but are worth pondering.