My Favorite Mug

I am so in love with this silly little mug.

It makes me smile every time I pick it up, moons and trees and a tent. There’s something deeply satisfying about sipping a good cup of coffee from a mug you made yourself, one that still carries the memory of muddy hands and careful choices and reflects so many things you love.

It’s not perfect, and that’s part of the charm. It feels personal, a little magical, and exactly right. Turns out coffee tastes even better when it’s held by something shaped with intention and joy.

I have a feeling this one’s going to get a lot of use.

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