Tea. Delicious. Mine.
I will admit it, I am a crappy Washingtonian. I do not love coffee (or the rain for that matter).
If I order coffee it is typically at Starbucks or a local company called Cutter’s Point. It is typically blended into some frosty mocha concoction and has only a hint of real coffee flavor. I have been ridiculed endlessly for not drinking ‘real’ coffee… meaning the pot coffee at home, or that cheap cup of joe you get everywhere else.
I have always had a love affair with tea. I adore tea, specifically green tea. Even more specifically, fair trade Jasmine Green Tea.
While blogging, making dreadlocks, or contemplating my navel I heat up a small saucepan of water (as I do not have a tea kettle) and between five to seven minutes later I have tea. I make a cup of tea first thing in the morning. It is a ritual, a delicious, warming ritual.
When at the Packwood Swap Meet I was on the hunt for a coffee mug. I found one for $1.00. It is the perfect size, shape and design. This mug makes my tea drinking experience even more wonderful. So, I now have two mugs. One big one for me… and one for when I have company. My Hawaii mug. Life is good.
This brings me to my drinking glasses. I brought 4 glasses from my old house. I broke one of them today, in a freak accident. I am actually not even sure how I did it. Now I am stuck pondering if I should replace the darn thing or not. Or if I should buy cups that are not what Audrey called “smashables.” When her and Caris were traveling around on the road in the Castle making chainmail jewelry, they avoided buying glass anything due to the inevitable, they broke. She always drank out of a fancy goblet that was quite sturdy. I am thinking I may have to hit the local Goodwill and grab a couple goblets for myself.
~Kera~
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