As locked down drags on I thought I would share photos of some of my coffee cup collection. I wouldn’t say I am a coffee addict, but, it’s hard to live without it.
I choose a coffee mug each day depending on what mood I am in. Sometimes I pick a mug because I aspire to be in the mood that the cup inspires.
This is one of my absolute favourite mugs. I bought it from a pop up craft market. I was on an 8 hour leave break from a psych hospital and my wife thought the market would be good for me.
When I saw the mug I knew I must have this. It’s misshapen and looks like it’s been broken and put back together. Just like me. It is however still very functional and so beautiful. I told the seller, as I teared up, that the mug inspired me that although I had been in a dark place beauty could still come.
Then the seller started to tear up. She explained it was her battle with depression that inspired her to start doing something creative.
It seems destiny brought me and this mug together.