Lefties Unite!

This is a mug that my parents bought me when I was in high school. I've always loved it. I've always felt a kinship with someone when I find out they are also left-handed. Someone who knows what it means to struggle with cutting projects in school (thankfully some genius invented ambidextrous scissors). Someone who knows what it means to have to learn how to throw right-handed (only to fail miserably) because there are no lefty gloves in P.E. class. Someone who knows how irritating it is to have people nervous when they watch you cut with a knife because "it looks like you're doing it all wrong". When my mom taught me how to crochet, it was very difficult for her to try to do it backwards. I basically watched her do it right-handed and then transposed it.

When I was young, we had a breakfast bar in the kitchen. I always had to sit in the furthest left seat as to not bump elbows with my brother or sister. To this day my mom still suggests where I should sit if we go out to a restaurant. I don't think she even realizes it. The funny part about this is that I don't find myself having an "elbow bumping" issue. Maybe I've learned to accomodate for this over the years.

I lift my mug in a toast to all the lefties of the world.........cheers!