Pottery Barn Part Deux (Terri)
139/365 Mug Love
So, I have this thing for mugs (and cookware, dishware, stemware, flatware ... cutlery). Last fall, I noticed these coffee mugs at the place where I get my hair worked on. To most it looks like a run-of-the mill white mug. But it's not! The well is the perfect size -- it's tall and narrow, but holds just the right amount of coffee. And the handle -- just look at the shape of the handle! You don't see it? Well, I do. But here's the thing: I didn't see them anywhere else.
For months I've looked, but have not been able to find anything that comes close to this mug. So last night, after learning my stylist is moving to a new salon, and after realizing I need to take a PAD, I decided to take a picture of them (and take action).
The salon owner walked by while I was snapping photos of the mugs, so I explained how perfect I thought they were. She said the previous owner got them from a restaurant that closed. I said, "Aha! I should have known to check with a restaurant supplier."
Together, we looked at the mug. I sighed. She ran some numbers. Literally, she started punching buttons on the adding machine behind the counter. We negotiated.
After reaching an agreement, she carefully packed my mugs (I bought four of them).
The best part of the evening (besides obtaining these wonderful drinking vessels)? Watching other foil-wrapped clients walk up to the coffee station and look, quizically, at the remaining mugs. They tried, but they didn't see it either.
139/365 Mug Love
So, I have this thing for mugs (and cookware, dishware, stemware, flatware ... cutlery). Last fall, I noticed these coffee mugs at the place where I get my hair worked on. To most it looks like a run-of-the mill white mug. But it's not! The well is the perfect size -- it's tall and narrow, but holds just the right amount of coffee. And the handle -- just look at the shape of the handle! You don't see it? Well, I do. But here's the thing: I didn't see them anywhere else.
For months I've looked, but have not been able to find anything that comes close to this mug. So last night, after learning my stylist is moving to a new salon, and after realizing I need to take a PAD, I decided to take a picture of them (and take action).
The salon owner walked by while I was snapping photos of the mugs, so I explained how perfect I thought they were. She said the previous owner got them from a restaurant that closed. I said, "Aha! I should have known to check with a restaurant supplier."
Together, we looked at the mug. I sighed. She ran some numbers. Literally, she started punching buttons on the adding machine behind the counter. We negotiated.
After reaching an agreement, she carefully packed my mugs (I bought four of them).
The best part of the evening (besides obtaining these wonderful drinking vessels)? Watching other foil-wrapped clients walk up to the coffee station and look, quizically, at the remaining mugs. They tried, but they didn't see it either.