I’m calling these sipping cups, because when my three year old grandson comes over for the day, he always asks me if he can have coffee with me. I give him a teaspoon of coffee and the rest milk, and he is delighted with this, but only if it is in his “sipping cup”. Yes, he coined the phrase for this title, but the cups belong to my daughter Sage. Sage collects these wonderful cups and teapots and colorful whatevers…
4″ x 4″ oil on black mini canvas
Yay! I’ve caught up!!!
Simply Painting 