Hey, coffee friends! How's your Sunday going?

This mug was a gift from about 10 years ago; it holds 300 ml approx. It was a gift from a dear friend, and don't let anyone use it, ever. I took this picture at my father's house, during the interstice when I came back to this home; it was December and as you can see it is a Christmas mug.

For me, it has the same intimate character as underwear 😏 It's not something I'm going to lend you. It's not something I want you to take if you come to my house, or I'll feel like I should never invite you over ever again 😒 But it's likely that if you're at my house you'll be able to see it if I leave it in plain sight while it dries after washing it 🤣

I keep my cup save in its can (sort of a piggy bank actually) and take it out when I feel Christmas is almost here. You may have seen it on some of my posts.

I think this “my cup” thing is an ancient thing 👵 just like this is my cup for this and this is my cup for that... I remember my mom would drink coffee in any cup until one day I saw her drinking coffee in the same ceramic cup over and over again. I guess up to that point, she didn't have a favorite cup. There are also cups that she liked to keep on the cupboard for eternity and not because she didn't like them but because she didn't want someone to break them. In the end, the same thing happened to me.