Isn't it crazy how we can like little things so much? Here's the little cup I found at the "boutique" as I call it. It will be making a home next to my sewing machine, and will hold my snips, seam ripper and pencil/pen for now. Now that I look at it, I don't think it's vintage, but more retro age. It's transferware, from a company in Bavaria called Shirnding. I wouldn't want a whole dinnerware set of it, but the appeal is that it was just the one lonely piece on the shelf all by itself. The mystery is what it's name is (pattern) and I'm still on the hunt for it.