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Once upon a time, my oldest friend insisted mugs have personalities. She had (& still does have) a superstitious nature & wouldn’t dream of drinking her coffee out of a boring brown earthenware mug for fear of repercussions.
I’m not quite so choosy although I do have favourites. In one of my kitchen cupboards sits a selection of mugs with very definite personalities. The Virginia Woolf one, the sweet narwhal one (“I am not a unicorn” – quite), the bee one & several decorated with birds. And my “Girls Are Best” Girl Guides mug discovered in a charity shop a decade ago. Best of all though, are the cups. And saucers. I’m my mother’s daughter & I like a cup & saucer.
My writing rituals are many. And my first daily one begins in bed.
With a tray of tea. Because I wake early, I can usually manage a good half hour with my current book before the lure of notebook & pencil claims me. None of this happens without the tea though. Made in a teapot with different cups for different days.
Weekends tilt to the laissez-faire edge of writing – no one likes a swot – & the cup & saucer combos reflect this. On Saturday it’s the red rose one with forget-me-not sprigs idling like a lazy summer day. On Sunday I take tea from a charming old china cup & saucer, decorated with violets & a slender golden filigree of stems. My daughter bought me this set & I adore it. It’s tiny & delicate so of course, it gets saved for Sundays.
Come Monday though, it’s an entirely other cup of tea. (Sorry not sorry.) Monday through to Friday, I take my tea from the cup & saucer gifted to me by my writing sister, Janey. She knows me well. A golden bird is painted on the side of this cup: a golden hummingbird in full, fanciful flight through blue flowers.
And as I drain each cup of good English Breakfast, scribbling & anticipating the morning’s work, there’s another one, a small blue bird in the bottom of the cup. I like to think she’s the golden bird’s sister, a less showy word bird, reminding me to get up & get on with it.
And to that end I must. To those of you who ask about these things – thank you. #Book4 has taken a tangent. A satisfying one & currently, the writing word of the day[s] is ‘immediacy.’
In word [birds] & deed.
I’m not a tea drinker as I don’t like the taste. I have trained myself to enjoy Earl Grey, though, in order to reduce the amount of strong coffee I consume and like to drink that from a fine cup. I love the sound of your cup with the golden bird on the side and especially the little blue bird inside spurring you to get on and write. Another great post, Carol.
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Thanks, Jan.
If I drank as much coffee as I do tea, I’d internally combust! Tea or coffee though, we writers need the caffeine & the support of our beverage of choice! xXx
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My companion at the computer is a coffee mug, handmade, with an octopus pained on it, and a tentacle handle.
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I have a mug for my breakfast cup of tea that is so huge I need two hands to lift it – perfect!
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Smooth. Why would autocorrect make that correction? 😂
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‘Smith & Fine’ sound like a firm of dodgy lawyers!
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I drink coffee out of any old cup, but when it comes to tea, I have special ones. Always thin as paper, smith and fine. I passed this on to my daughter, who has not only a teacup collection, but teapots that she uses even when having tea with the little ones.
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It’s the tea thing. In itself, tea is delicate. (Unless it’s cheap, strong & nasty & what we in the UK call ‘builders tea’ – beloved by workmen. Ugh!) It demands the appropriate chinaware.
I too have a teapot collection & recently found an Art Deco one (1930s) in a secondhand shop for 99p! (A dollar.) xXx
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