Left was my favorite mug at my grandparents’ house (yes the very same grandparents as in my Substack post To Grandfather’s House We Go)… my grandmother grew up in a Norwegian-American community in Iowa where all Lutheran services were held in Norwegian and my mentally disturbed grandfather was a multi-generational Texan so it made me smile. Top-right WAS MY FAVORITE MUG until I broke it and I still haven’t replaced it. I have a set of the bottom-right mugs that I use for everything.
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌