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Inspired by a recent post about precious things brought overseas by Ms. YummyDeb, here is a list detailing one of my little known obsessions -
I purchased this Goat Mug from an Op/Thrift Shop over a decade ago - I found it hilarious that anyone would create a beautiful hand-thrown coffee mug...and then transfer the image of Satan's best beastie upon it. Wade absolutely hates this mug, but he uses it more than me - it has the perfect lip for holding his looseleaf tea strainer. I would probably cry if this mug were to break.
Another Thrift Store find - most of them are. You just find the BestWorst coffee cups at Thrift Stores. This one is so hideously retro, so utterly 70's and bleak in its brownness, that it's utterly gorgeous.
My girlie side. This is store bought, Anthropologie. My lovely Alex requested some to be sent to Australia, and I couldn't resist getting one for myself. I love big, clunky things (in jewelry and other), but there's something about this dainty mock-fancy tea cup that is worth all of the $4 spent, and more. I only drink Earl Grey tea from this cup.
This is so ridiculous. When Schmy, Alex, Xian and Mars were here for holidays last year, I purchased several bland mugs from some chain store, and we sat around and decorated them with ceramic oven-curable paint. Mine, of course, has a tank on one side, and a shark on the other. Everyone signed it. All of the mugs were both terrible and great, but I think that Mars' was the best - she'd already left for home, and everyone painted a special message ('special') for her to keep forevaaah.
Okay, so firstly it's a cat mug, and you sit it on its head while your tea steeps. So stupidly cute, but I'm kinda in love. And next to it, one of my very favourites - a cat's arse mug that Mars brought back for me from England. I use it to drink my senna leaf (ie: pooptastic) tea when on the Master Cleanse...it's just, appropriate. Again, this is something I'd shed several tears over if it broke.
These aren't mugs, but glasses made from wine bottles. I think I'm the only one in mad love with them, but I'm totally in mad love with them. To me they're utterly sexy, and I love that they've been upcycled (puke) from what would typically be trash. I'm a stinky hippy like that.
It may not seem it, but I'm kinda picky about my hideous things. I'm kinda picky about my junk. No-one can ever really estimate what will make me laugh, fall in love (although Mars has a pretty good grasp on it), but these were some of many precious things that I brought over from Australia - and some that I picked up here. Tying in to Deb's post, who can really gauge what's precious enough to escape sacrifice when you need to shed 80% of your collected gatherings and start a new life across the ocean. I certainly couldn't predict what I'd miss if left behind, and some things that I took with me defied common sense or reason. Luckily, I had an understanding The Husband, who understood that I'm sometimes difficult to understand.