An ode to my mug, inspired by Daily Post. Happy Valentines’ Day, by the way.
There’s this mug that I bought fairly recently that I favor over all of my other mugs.
It’s a fat white mug with a cute Santa on the side (see above).
Whenever my cupboard is full, I will look for this pretty and simple mug to hold my water, my juice, my milk, my tea, and my coffee.
I bought it myself over winter break! It was very cheap and probably on sale and a purchase that I made on a whim.
It’s quite simple to use. You just put your food or your lotions or your knicknacks in it and it will hold it for you patiently, like the obedient little mug it is.
The rim is wider than most, and thus much easier to clean than other mugs. It does not give me a hard time. While most mugs have a greater height than they do a width, this mug is special. It’s fat and stout and reminds me of Santa Claus himself. This perception leads me to believe that the cup can hold much more than it actually can; it’s potential surpasses that of other common, ordinary mugs.
It’s a versatile mug, yes it is. It can hold whatever you want it to hold. Apple slices, goldfish, marshmallows, and any drink, hot or cold. It can handle anything.
At this point, it’s still new. It doesn’t matter that it’s only come into my life recently. Even though I have other mugs that I’ve had for years and years (decades even), this one stands out. When this mug chips, each exposure of the earthenware underneath will demonstrate how much it’s loved and used.
In reality though, it’s a mug. It’s a mug. IT’S A MUG. IT’S A MUG. It hasn’t changed my life. The day has not come that I wake up, glance at my mug, and decide to be a better person. I just enjoy the presence of the mug. I’ll set it on a table, and instantly the table seems more classy. I’ll feel fancy and warm and happy, holding a warm cup of who-cares.
The bigger picture is that we tend to love things that are not only useful, but something that we ourselves have selected. It makes us feel as though we’ve made the right choice for once, the indirect effects of which can be seen everyday through our serenity.
We all have that one inanimate object that for some indescribable reason sticks with us. It just seems inappropriate to give it a name, as it is not something to have a conversation with, but rather something that just stays with you and gives you silent, unspoken comfort. Like a pet. Or a plant.
Do you have something like that?
(photos pulled from my instagram @catdiggedydog)
Cat Zhang 
Yes I do have a very special mug too!!! It a morning ritual: I drink tea in MY mug. I just really hope it won’t chip: I bought it at a thrift shop so if it breaks, I won’t ever be able to find the model again :(
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A thrift shop? Woah, that’s exciting. Goes to show that you don’t have to get what others see as “high-end” in order to have a personal appreciation for it. :) What does it look like?
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Absolutely! Thrift shops have the most original tableware. You can find good quality items at a very good price (and they look like new)!
My mug isn’t as special as yours ;) It’s just plain white with a swirl pattern and a flared edge. But I love how it brings out the color of the tea!
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It is a pretty epic mug :P
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What an awesome mug. I’m trying to think of something that I treasure as much as you do your mug but I’m not coming up with anything. When I was much, much younger I had a red sweatshirt that I loved and wore as much as I could – it was my lucky sweatshirt. But, I haven’t had anything like that in many years.
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That red sweatshirt must have gotten a lot of love! It’s okay if you don’t have anything like that in a while, but it can also be like…perhaps a beloved book? A pair of sneakers that was expensive but definitely worth the investment? :)
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The book is an interesting thought – perhaps a trilogy of books? The chronicles trilogy by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. Yes, those three might just fit the bill.
That poor red sweatshirt got worn out super fast, and yet I continued to wear it until it literally fell off my body.
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Exactly! Glad you can relate :)
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