So funny how quirky we get about our “perfect mugs” . I recently purged all the mugs I had no sentimental attachment to. Kept the 8 or so I am attached to because of the person who gave them. Five are smaller than I like for coffee so I use them for tea or ice cream. My two favorites are a Polish pottery “belly mug” (pot belly shaped) from my DD, and a large ceramic Chincoteague Island mug from my bestie since 1973 who came from KS to be with me last August for my hardest-ever birthday (first bday after Mama died).
The look, the feel, the shape , the comforting memories—perfect. A bestie who listens to all the quirky details about how you like a mug to feel, and cries with you knowing the loss of a mom, and makes you laugh so hard you snort and wheeze.
Last edited by zozee; 10-16-2018 at 05:49 AM.