the mug that i'm drinking my english tea from has a chip in the rim of it (side note: Lovin Each Day by Ronan Keating makes me ridiculously happy and thus makes me dance wherever i am, even if i'm sitting). it's a huge mug that holds about a litre of tea (no jokes), and it's painted lavender, with a blue and green tulip on the front, and a wash of blue and green painted on the inside of it. i painted this mug.
this mug is very special to me, as it reminds me of many, many things:
1) the time steph and i drove to stittsville to do pottery. needless to say, we got lost and spent the entire day driving around stittsville. the ENTIRE DAY. driving around a town the size of, well, at that time it was really, really small. possibly the funnest day ever, although my memory has much of it blocked out because if i really remembered how funny we were that day, i'd probably never find anything funny again.
2) the night me and shonan went to paint our mugs. it'd been a long day and i was tired and just needed to chill with someone. it was an awesome night and an awesome activity. i think we went to Pistol for dinner first, and then just talked and painted. i'd been complaining because i'm terrible at art and thought my mug was right and shonnie just kept telling me to shut up that it'd be beautiful. there's stuff about it i wish i could change, but i kind of like the flaws and mistakes, the same way i love running my tongue over the chip in it when i'm drinking.
3) my birthday this year, and frosh by extension, because that was the day my mug was picked up from the kiln. it was the best.birthday.ever. the only way it could have been beat was if i had my home friends at school with me. however, being solidly drunk for a day at Beach Club while playing Euchre all day and then going out at night and dancing and then having frosh closing ceremonies and about 700 people singing Happy Birthday to me, well, that's pretty special.
4) the mug itself. i usually hate all artistic endeavors that i undertake, as they normally turn out hideous. this one didn't.
c'est tout. i'm off to the grocery store to get some fruit before Lost starts. I kind of feel like eating some fresh mango, or maybe pineapple.
edited to add: Fuck You, Stittsville
