Moustache cup
The other day Donna whipped out her camera and took me some photos. I won’t inflict the one of me on you, but I thought you’d like one of the moustache cup.
I’ll give you some more Christmas recipes later in the day, of course, but I really wanted you to see the cup and contemplate the elegance of Continental gentlemen in the nineteenth century. Don’t forget to contemplate the elegance of their coffee-drinking habits. Oh, and their moustaches. Their moustaches were exquisite.





December 21st, 2007 at 12:44 am
My parents had one a moustache cup - from my grandmother, I believe. There was just one person in the whole world who ever used it (and still does today); I’m not quite sure whether he found out about it very early on and insisted on using it, or whether he was known as fastidious and so was offered it. My dad being a lefty, we also had one of those other interesting pieces of crockery - a left hander’s mug. With a hole in the side such that if a righty used it, they spilled liquid all over themselves.
December 21st, 2007 at 6:15 am
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December 25th, 2007 at 9:22 pm
I now need a lefty moustache cup :). I love the idea of the left handers mug, though. I’ll keep my eyes out for one for one of my sisters.