Looking S-MUG.

Does my outfit match my mug?

Maybe. Maybe.

Are we surprised though?

Our story begins at Train Stop Market. So there I was, Friday afternoon, shopping at the Market, which has become the epitome of what summer is all about.

Sunshine, shopping, supporting small, everyone in good spirits and spending it all together in the great outdoors.

It was here that I found this sweet mug.

So I took it home (amongst other things, including a salmon bra- you’re not Alaskan until you own one!) and it wound up coming in handy when I was trying to find something to wear.

If you don’t know me by now, I have a TON of clothes, yet for some reason, I still struggle with finding the right outfit. Well this time, as I was perusing my racks (yes, racks) I remembered this mug I had bought and thought “oooo I like those mug colors.”

I go and grab it and sure enough, the result was an outfit that was fully inspired by the colors of my new mug.

So Sunday rolls around and of course everyone is complimenting my look, to which I very quickly pull out my mug to show them just how cute my outfit really is.

Yeah, I was feeling proud of this look, one might say I was looking a little sMUG.

Get it? Get it?

As the day goes by, I start thinking, remembering, recalling what it is that makes me dress the way I do.

It’s the expression of self, and being inspired by something as seemingly insignificant as a mug. And it’s not just a pattern in how I dress, but in how I write, and in how I live.

I believe “everything is copy” (thank you, Nora Ephron) and that means that everything has a story worth being told. With that comes an observance and an appreciation of things that others glaze over. I am inspired by the seemingly insignificant, the little, and the overlooked because I find that those are the things that make me see, feel, and understand myself and the world better. My life becomes richer and happier the more I learn to appreciate all the little things in life.

Here’s a mug: a piece of pottery that probably just stood pretty on a shelf for months and look at the impact it had on me because I saw it as more than just an ordinary mug.

It’s about living with gratitude, which helps me see the possibilities of what’s there instead of the lack of what isn’t.

So yeah, am I a little bougie for walking around proudly holding my little mug and looking as matching as could be? Maybe. Maybe.

Again, are we surprised?