Yesterday my favorite mug, the lime green circa 1963 number, broke. I couldn’t believe how sad I felt when I saw the handle crack right off. I felt so sentimental about this mug, it was as if I’d lost a treasured friend. I bought a set of these bright green mugs in college, at the Goodwill in Bellingham, Washington, when I was 19 years old. I remember trolling the aisles with my roommate, looking for treasures for our new place. I don’t remember anything I purchased that day except for the set of green mugs. I still can’t figure out why they appealed to me, really. They were very loud in color, and very retro looking. But, I have loved them over the years. I always kept them even when they didn’t match my grown-up dishes and mugs. What’s a kitchen without a little personality, right? So they stayed in the cubbord, next to the more sensible ceramics. But, slowly as time went on, they’ve all cracked, shattered (my husband broke a few, I broke a few more, and I think the boys are responsible for at least two). And when the last one bit the dust, I felt like holding a memorial service for it as I tossed it gently into the trash can. (Sniffle, sniffle.)
So, it’s time for a new favorite mug—for coffee, tea, and Nespresso. I like the one above. It reminds me of my busy life and all the beautiful books I’m excited to read and to write. Do you have a favorite mug?