The enamel-white-blue-ridge cup…
If you don’t believe in globalisation this might convince you… The same enamel-white-with-blue ridge cup is to be found in the US and in some lost Eastern-Europe country like Romania… This is a photo (unfortunately,. B&W) to prove it and I swear it’s white with a blue ridge… The little cutie is not my daughter – even if mine also was very cute – but some paysant littel girl in a country day-care center where my wife worked sometime, back in 1981-82…
Of course, she drank milk but I think I can see in her eyes she will be a big coffee drinker… It’s not very healthy, maybe, but it keeps you sharp…
ION VINCENT DANU, Sherbrooke, Québec, Canada
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Hello Boys & Girls from around the World!
Fancy a coffee with us?
Café Crem was created by Miki and Kev Moore in 2007 with the intention of gathering like-minded artists, writers and musicians together around the coffee table to discuss and share thoughts, ideas, art, etc.
This initial desire has surpassed our wildest dreams with a myriad of collaborations taking place between the various members, creating pieces of work that simply would not exist without Café Crem.
Have a wander though in our different rooms:
“Cafe Literati”, the Literary Room
“Café L’Arte”, the Art Gallery
“Ca’ Puccini”, the Music Studio
and, last but not least,
“The MiniBar”, our creative space for our kids and teens!
You are all welcome.
Contact Miki at miki7@mac.com if you want to participate!
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Danu, Bill, It seems as if we have stumbled upon that rare beast, the Global Design Classic. From all our recollections of the Enamel Blue Ridge Cup, it seems to have iconic status!
By the way, Danu, it is indeed true that we have the word Dregs, which is ocassionally used in place of sediment. But its more often used in the phrase “The Dregs of Humanity” which I usually use to refer to disco artists. The word “sediment” takes me back to my student days when we used to drink a heady brew called Marstons Pedigree, which was full of the stuff. Upon reaching the bottom of the glass, my friends and I would chorus (paraphrasing Arthur Conan Doyle) “Sedimentary, my Dear Watson!” There’s no excuse…we were young, and quite possibly drunk.
If you can find that young lady we could trade a Starbucks cup for the enamel cup which we could use to start the coffee cup club museum.
That “young” lady is a matron with many children right now… and the cup was the day-care (or if you want the property of Socialst Republic of Romania)… So, the museum will have to wait a bit…
Miki, all I told you was true. But I don’t seem to be able to do nothing else than the usual – posting and commenting on the Internet – awaiting for things to take a turn… a better one, I hope…