My grandmother painted this little Santa mug for me when I was two years old.
I'm afraid to drink tea in it. I would hate for it to crack, so it remains a very special ornamental piece.
But my red transferware teacup (inherited from the same grandmother) goes nicely with a Johnson Brothers Santa plate.
|chocolate chip banana bread|
Unfortunately, this tea wasn't my favorite. Cute box, though.
I've always dreamed of writing a book some day. I have a half-finished novel gathering dust upstairs. But I recently did the next best thing!
All of my blog posts, from November 2013, when I started blogging, until September 2014 (that was as big a book as I could fit in one volume), are all printed and bound in one beautiful volume.
It is so much fun to look through all the pictures, and remember my first year of blogging.
The terrible, truly awful, but very funny thing about my first published "book" is that my name is nowhere to be found on it. I am not kidding. I thought that my header with my name and my photo would be on the first page, but no. It is posts only.
I'll have to remember this for Volume 2.
I hope you all are taking time amidst the busy season to sit and have some tea, read a good book, and enjoy some beautiful Christmas music.
I'll be having tea at Rose Chintz Cottage.