The Method to My Mug Madness
Everyone who knows me knows that I love coffee. And not just any old coffee. I like good coffee. I drink it day and night. I take great delight in shopping for coffee like some people shop for fine wine. I usually prefer a dark roast, although, I can get with a great medium roast coffee. However, I don’ t like a light roast. My coffee has got to have heart.
And, I don’ t drink my coffee out of just any old mug. It has to be the right mug for the particular day. Did I mention that I’ m a mug collector? Actually, I collect a lot of things. But this post isn’ t about my other collections. It’ s about my precious mugs.
Oh, I’ m not a snob. I don’ t drink from fine china. It doesn’ t have to be Wedgwood or Lenox. Heck, some of my very favorite mugs were purchased at the Dollar Store. But they all have their own story to tell.
For example, today I’ m drinking from my “ Someone in Houston Loves You” mug. It’ s a white mug with little pink and yellow-orange flowers on it. The lettering is black. It’ s not a huge mug. It’ s not fancy. It’ s just super special. My bestie, Celeste, sent it to me in the late ‘ 80s when I was going through a particularly rough time. I drink from it at least three times a week. It keeps me grounded. And reminds me that somebody loves me from 2,000 miles away.
Another mug that’ s near and dear to my heart is my wide bottom commuter mug. I bought it at the airport in 1986. It simply reads, “ Texas Coffee.” It’ s got a cowboy riding a horse on it. Kinda kitschy and corny but I get so many compliments on that mug. One time I lost it. I looked for it for weeks. I was so depressed about losing it. I finally accepted that I would never see that mug again. And then, lo and behold, I go into one of my breakfast spots, which I hadn’ t visited in a while and the waitress gives me a great big smile and says, “ You left your mug! I put it in the safe.” Now, that’ s mug love.
I also purchase those huge Starbucks mugs in every city I visit. Friends bring them to me as souvenirs. But I hardly drink from those. They’ re just for collecting.
And, last but not least, in my regular mug rotation are my blue cornflower Longaberger mugs. These are for the weekend. They have a woven pattern and they’ re just so beautiful. That’ s why I use them on the days when I’ m not in a hurry. That way, I can relish the beauty of the mug along with my morning cup.
You might think I’ m a little “ quirky.” That’ s what my husband says. But, what does he know? He drinks his coffee from any old cup. I prefer to think that I just appreciate the simple things in life.
By Dorothy Stewart.
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