Are you tired of seeing pictures of my coffee cups?
Daniel and I have a coffee ritual. We love waking up and having coffee together. So much so, that I get excited at night when I'm going to bed because I know the next morning we'll wake up and get to have coffee together. We have matching cups. They may not be exactly the same, but they correspond in some way. In fact, we only purchase mugs in this way now. There is not so much as a 3rd matching coffee mug in our home. Only twos. Every once in a while, one of the matches will loose it's mate. A very sad affair indeed. These widows or widowers are relegated to use when either of us have coffee or tea without the other. Quirky. Yes. Maybe.Last night, I felt the tiniest bit of Spring in the air, just a whisper, really. I promptly made a dress. I just thrifted another dress that's a bit too big and is black, so really it's more for Winter wear, but I love it, so I thought I would copy it. In my efforts to make this one a bit smaller, I made it too small. Darn, I'm ticked.Ok, in the pics it looks a bit moo-moo-y. But when worn by someone, (someone a bit smaller than myself, more specifically in the torso region-ish) it would fit similar to this. I even used precious vintage buttons. (You can see the color pics on my flickr page.) blurg.