One morning I got a phone call from my Mother. „Will you come tonight?“ I had promised to go two days before, but well, I was not in the best mood and didn?t want to confront my parents as a sad daughter. „I?m not sure….“ I heard a lot of noises on the other end of the line. Then a voice shouting in the phone „Allo, Miki, c?est Papa!“ My father is quite deaf, and thinks, like all deaf people, that he has to shout to be understood. „You MUST come tonight!! „Why?“ „We are sad… France lost yesterday against Argentina in the Rugby World Cup. Tonight is the final, England against South Africa… we are waiting for you, then. What do you want to eat?“ Without waiting for an answer, he gave the phone back to my Mother! Like always and again like all deaf people, he never waits for the answers to his questions, as anyway, being deaf, he couldn?t understand them. And like always he thinks he can still decide about the life of his 52 year-old daughter! After all I have done in my life, he should know better… My Mother went on: „What did you say you want to eat?“ „I didn?t even say I want to come!“ „Come, please… anyway I have a surprise for you!“ The magical word was spoken! „Ok then… will you at least be for England?“ „Never again! They beat France last week!“ I arrived there about 8 p.m. I was welcomed with many hugs, especially from our lovely and tender dog Maya. The TV was on, and just as I entered the living room, an advert from Nike was running, featuring the French Rugby Men, accompanied by the words:: „Together we fell, together we?ll get up again!“ These French! My mother gave me a small packet, wrapped in beautiful metallic purple gift paper. I guess purple lights went on in my eyes too! I opened the packet and found … this beautiful, unusual coffee cup inside. „Now I don?t ever want to hear you moaning again!“ The fact is that I always take a milk coffee there and always moan that they don’t have a nice coffee cup for me. Of course I was very pleased, but also I felt ashamed. Imagining my 82 year-old Mother going alone through the shopping hell of Benidorm – Anyone familiar with Benidorm will know exactly what I mean!- just to find a suitable coffee cup for her spoiled daughter, shamed me deeply. But I guess this is what they call „Mother?s Love“. Luckily my shame didn?t impede me enjoying my coffee in this new wonderful cup, which I have baptised „Rug Mug“, a nickname for „Rugby World Cup“. Unfortunately England lost, but at least my parents felt avenged. By the way: my father asked me what the word on the cup means. Although it looks like Mwg, I guess it is meant to be „Mug“. To my deep shame, I have no idea where this word comes from, I just noticed that everybody nowadays calls this kind of coffee cup „Mug“. Can somebody tell me what „mug“ means? (You are all invited to post your Coffee Cups in My Coffee Cup Club... painted or photographed)

using my FAVORITE bits and pieces of prints! I'm officially caught up on all business related stuff and now that I'm on vacation I can work on things for my etsy and friends. I'm making these little sets of a coffee cup cozy and a mug rug! All with matching quilting, patchwork, hand sewn binding and bee woven trim! sooo much fun!!!