Not any teacup.
This isn’t a teacup I had and lost.
But rather a teacup that has yet to find its home with me.
I own my grandmother’s favorite mug.
And her mother’s.
But it isn’t quite the same.
I recently bought a reusable on-the-go cup.
But when it’s two a.m. and I am blogging by candlelight to the sound of my humidifier, I need something special.
A cup that’s beauty will help me forget that the caffeine is going to keep me awake until sunrise.