You probably wonder who the heck Norman and Catherine are. I have no idea either. These two cups still sit in my Dad’s cupboard and every time I go home to visit him I look forward to being either “Catherine” or “Norman”. It hardly matters which one I am.
My Mom bought them somewhere, because they were on sale. It didn’t matter that her name wasn’t Catherine (or Norman!) and neither was my Dad’s. In fact, none of us was named Norman or Catherine. They were good cups and they were on sale.
That was how Mom was. She liked a good sale.
And so, when I would visit, she and I would be Catherine and Norman (we didn’t care who would be whom) and it became a funny joke between us.
Now that she’s gone, when I visit Dad, sometimes my Dad or husband is Catherine or Norman, and it still makes me happy to laugh about it. Memories are like that. Or should be.
Because today is also Handmade Monday please go check out the link and see what everyone is doing. I have been out of town on vacation, but promise to get back on track, making things and posting recipes and back to my normal blogging self!