Now that I’m past the first trimester, my doctor said it would be okay for me to indulge in the occasional cup of coffee. Real coffee. (For me, decaf is tantamount to deserting the faith!)

I don’t partake every day... just those vexing morns when a little java jolt is especially called for. It’s not just the coffee I crave, it’s the ritual, the relaxation, the reflection. So when I see a cute mug like this, I often can’t resist...

This tongue-in-cheek tasse from The MoMA Store – one of my all-time favorite shopping spots, both online and in person – brings me back to the long days and late nights of my editorial internship in New York City. Even if my taste has evolved from the muddy, bitter brew which I braved long before those sugar-free-vanilla-non-fat-lattes-with-an-extra-shot spoiled my palate, the ceramic version of the classic crappy NYC coffee cup is still something to love and cherish.

XOXO

Eliza

P.S. As if there weren’t already enough to love about Miami, check out this week’s Red Ribbon picks for more of the Magic City’s mojo...