The Mug Life Chose Me #1: The Disneyland Hotel mug
I have a plethora of coffee mugs. Mugs make a fantastic and functional souvenir. But even the mugs that aren’t from a specific location remind me of where I was emotionally when I purchased them. Sadly, I don’t have enough…
Saturday coffee thoughts
Good afternoon! I’m still nursing my Café Bustelo Medium Roast from breakfast. Here’s a brain dump of small things not worthy of full blog posts. Most of these thoughts started elsewhere online, but it always feels nice to keep your…
Friday 5: An assuring hopeful kind of a sign
Happy Friday! Today is Folklore day, (folklore and evermore are my favorite TSwift albums), National Tooth Fairy Day (these days I prefer for all my teeth to stay in my mouth, thankyouverymuch), and sadly, my last Summer Friday off of…
Wordless Wednesday: Week 34
(dirty dated to yesterday)
Abundance, by the book (of stamps)
As a 1980s teenager I was part of a penpal ring. We’d send letters, stickers, and slam books. I had loads of stationery, construction paper, and return address labels purchased from the Current Catalog which amazingly still exists today! But…
