They say you can pick your friends
You can pick your nose...
but you can't pick your friend's nose.
How hilarious is this mug?
I found it at a thrift shop a few years ago.
A little look in to the roaring 80s
Years of the Yuppies
Years of the Yuppies
"Mommy, What's a Walkman?"
Purple Flowers had a post a few days ago
"Do you have a special one?"
It was about picking your mug in the morning.
I could totally relate.
I can relate to this mug
as I did have a couple Volvo wagons,
those babies last FOREVER,
I was too young and poor to be a yuppie
but I do have a cuisinart
and that haircut.
I need to get my haircut.
I pick this mug when I am going
to be working out in the garden.
It's super hefty weighing about 3 lbs,
keeping my coffee warm
in the great outdoors.
Just the opposite here,
I pick this pretty english mug
when I make tea,
it already has a crack in it
so I am extra careful.
I pick it when I am dreaming
about my garden.
I got this for my neighbor
when she lost her old golden.
Cheddar loves her,
and her senior rescue retrievers
who unfortunately have lived many years
by the time they get to her happy home.
I bought two mugs,
one for her one for me.
This mug reminds me of her dogs
I pick it when I am feeling melancholy.
These funny english sheep reminds
me of my brother Scott who shears sheep.
Hey, maybe he can make me some Uggs?
I pick this one when I feel goofy.
Large and in charge.
This handpainted Italian mug is huge.
I chose it when I need LOTS of caffeine.
I had pet squirrels.
I love to feed the birds.
at the feeder.
I want to feed them both.
I pick this one when I need a smile.
This one's got my name on it.
My middle name is Broome.
It's much smaller than the others,
making it my pick for tea
or when I only have time for a quick cup.
Classic dinner mug
that my husband had printed
for the launch
of our boat Nellie.
That is her builder's plate.
She was built in 1903
and reborn in 2009.
We launched her in October,
in York, Maine.
It was cold, rainy and nasty.
We asked friends and family to
take these home
after the chowder that was
served in them warmed them up.
Ironically we did not get one.
Jeff's sister gave us hers.
What are you going to pick today?
Whatever it is,
I hope you chose to
have a great day.
We get to chose that every day.
These mugs are like old friends.
Here's the fat owl,
with a lobster bib of course!,
that I picked for my coffee today.
I love these vintage mugs.
You can pick them up at tag sales and
thrifts shops for nothing.
I think this one cost me 50 cents.
Not a bad price for a morning smile!