I was looking at a group blog for people who like vintage items in and for their home. Someone gave a tour of their kitchen...lots O vintage there. In one of the photos was a picture of a coffee cup that was the same as the one my mother always used.
They scream Mother whenever I see one. She always had a cup half filled with coffee albeit mostly cold. It didn't matter. In fact a lot of the things shared on this blog remind me of things my mother had/collected.
It brought just a wee bit of sadness. We were not close...but we are alike in many ways. And unalike in many other ways. Maybe these few tears are for her passing. They've been a long time coming.
(And I hope I haven't broken any blogger-code by "borrowing" the picture of the cup...I cropped out everything else.)