In looking back through the last year's photos, I realize how different were the circumstances influencing me to choose the beer mug, or a dainty beautiful cup to drink tea from. Studio-work (or a tricky Scrabble game) had me reaching for the deep fortifications of the beer mug. An hour in the garden or just sitting and thinking with Mimi ~ or reading ~ had me sipping from one of my lovely cups. I think I'll make a concerted effort to wean myself off of those hefty beer mugs. After all, I'd rather keep that mindset that seems to come along with the lovely mugs. Tea does taste better in a pretty cuppa.