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FANCY ME

The Cup And The Painting.

The cup and its scripted message, Fancy, says Cass. Cass, Cassandra Elizabeth Burkett, is my best est friend ever, and I love her – dearly.

But, and I do mean a butt:) to love Cass is to know Cass – As I know Cass. And her Sass, which I will touch upon periodically (most likely often), as I post cups, stories and event of my life here within Cup Amour’s postings.

The Cup. A gift from the girlfriend, I like it. I appreciate. And, I do suppose, it is me. Fancy. Feminine is what I like to believe is Cass’s true meaning. Womanly-like and the things that I like. Not necessarily Fancy * but maybe:)

The Art. Credit to the artist: C. Bennette Moore. An original I do believe. SHADOWS OF OLD NEW ORLEANS – The view of the Saint Louis Cathedral. Also featured in the painting (hand painted) is the balustrade (balcony) which was imported from France by the Baroness Pontalba, is a wonderful example of iron grilled work and casts a delicate shadow as intricate in design as lace.

i will later feature this art (thrift store find) to include the authenticity certificate partially shredded on the backing – once I learn to take the better photos – manipulating these photos and posts to share with all (thanks for the patience).

The paring of Cass’s cup-gift with this painting – it was spontaneous, but the two seemed to have gone together for me; in my minds-eye that is. As I paired the two together and pieced together my minds thought process for doing so, my reasoning for doing so did form. As follows…

Where we came together. Magnus and I – and Cass.

Many years ago, at Cass’s persistence, she insisting that she and I go to New Orleans, Marde`gras no less. The circumstance there, were she hijacking my vacation, my plans by inviting herself and redirecting my desired destination. Her vay-cay spot, before mine was her forceful redirection. New Orleans and then Hawaii; truth be told, I had no pre-plans to go to Hawaii at the time, but I was under pressure, and a situation was at hand to where I was making it up, my Hawaii plans as I went along; finding an escape route, flight and flee was me at the time. I know, so many stories wound up in me telling this story, so i’ll do my best to focus…

But first; before the focus:) another picture I must paint – one of self: Me, New Orleans. Marde`gras (oh-my).

‘Little-Lamb-Lo’, although my name is Logan, Logan Bluff, Cass, to ridicule, calls me, ‘Little-Lamb-Lo’ on account of my innocence, in many ways was I. So, ready to party-hardy was not my nature, I suppose (truly admit actually). But I was an Adult, and . . . well, at the time, I pretty much did as Cass said for me to do, because she’s rough and tough, from Texas and had often threaten to hog-tie me:).

Truthfully, I’d just needed to get away at the time, and – and, it was pretty much whatever and okay, to what ever Cass purposed and rearranged. I’ll go, and get away, as I thought i’d needed to do was my primary objective.

…To make a long story short, Magnus found me (at a Marde’gra costume ball). Accused me of running (from him I suppose). Told me he loved me (later in his hotel room). And flew us all to Hawaii – were I too, told to him, that I love him. Hidden truths were divulged in the interregnum.

There! My reasoning for pairing the cup and the painting (go figure. Or better yet, get analyzed:)).

LB

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MISS DIVINE ~ FLOWERS AND FRUITS

And what do We think about She…

Don’t ‘ya luv it!

Miss Divine is the name I’ve decided for this fruity flute:)

Sass with Class I believe is what Miss Divine is attempting. . . luring her consumer towards her.

Enticing one to purchase and to drink the juice of the fruits from her very cup. Oh my, Miss Divine.

thrift store find – of course

LB

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BONJOUR MAGNUS NEW COFFEE CUP

Bonjour. . .

Magnus’s new coffee cup . . . Such as it is, and not so much by choice, but by default.

His usual and constant vessel of choice seemed to have gone missing:).

Therefore, he had to make a stubborn choice; chose another, or . . . to go without the liquor of the bean for the day. Or to at least go without the brew of the coffee for the morning.

As he stood at the kitchens counter having searched the cupboards and both of the dishwashers for the missing . . . MUG! (There! I’ve said it – the word MUG). The descriptive word itself immediately conjures up a very unappealing visual of the worse cup in the world. And this is what Magnus usually drinks his morning coffee from, une grande echanson ( a large cup – yet and still, translates to – A MUG. In my opinion, it isn’t visually appealing. And since we sip our tea (my teas) and coffee (his coffee) sitting across from one other – I believe my opinion counts in the matter.

As ridiculous as this may sound, me caring about my husbands coffee cup, but I use to be in the business; sort-of-speak. I sell tea cups (this use to be me, my mantra). As I’d worked for Sandra those years ago, selling fine china . . . and more (as the saying goes).

That morning, Magnus’s scenario, or should I say, his dilemma played out . . .

He did not ask me if I knew where his coffee cup (he calls it a coffee cup as if its not an atrocious eye sore and a MUG), he did not ask me where it was. And I was glad of this – because I could not have said that I did not (hide it).

From cupboard to cupboard he looked again, shuffling though and pushing aside other coffee cups he could have possibly chosen to use. From the table I watched; peeking over the rim of my tea cup. Just as he was about to close the door of the cupboard closes to the sink . . . he paused. Something, of an appealing, possible, alternative selection, perhaps; had caught his eyes.

Top shelve and standing alone – as if waving a banner: Here I am. Or either, Hello . . . Or better yet, hello darling.

As his new coffee cup reads; hello darling.

I guess he new it must have been for him. As this is what I call him. Darling. And to seal the deal was the puckering lips at the bottom of the cup – sentiment there did not go unnoticed as I received a puckering kiss from him before he sat to join me at the table enjoying our morning tea and coffee and new coffee cup:).

Needless to say, this was some time ago, but I just thought to share this story as it is memorably amusing to me.

I returned Magnus’s alumni MUG to its usual place within the cupboard seeing how its been with him since his college years. But I m glad to say – and to see that he’d continued to use the cup with the morning message from the wife.

Magnus, mi amor

LB

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A SENSE OF HUMOR ~ GIVE LUV ANOTHER TRY

Life is Better with a Dog

A sense of humor one much have to hold this cup in hand – or a broken heart. I hope the former:).

I, personally found the scripted message on this cup quite humorous. With a Bite of truth:).

I mean, who hasn’t heard the stories, or may have even experienced – The Bad Breakup.

Scripted Message IMPLIED – Applies? No/Yes

I now feel obliged to counter this cups lonely hearts message with Hope, perhaps with another message that reads. . . Give Luv ANOTHER TRY.

Promise, its worth it:) says me.

LB

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