It’s getting to be that cozy time of year, which means that I get to spend a lot of time with my mugs.
I’m not much of a collector. But I do love my mug collection. It’s not particularly fancy, but it’s mine, and each one means something personal to me.
There are few things that I love more than sipping a hot beverage out of one of my favorite mugs. With a cat in my lap. And something wonderful to read close at hand.
A fireplace and a blanket wouldn’t go amiss, either. Alas, I don’t have a fireplace. I suppose one mustn’t get spoiled.
I’m glad to have the chance to show off my mug collection here. I think there’s something about mugs that pulls us to have powerful emotional attachments to them. You rarely hear someone talk about how much they enjoy drinking out of their favorite wine glass or plastic tumbler. But so often, I’ve seen people pull mugs from a cupboard with a smile, or close their eyes in bliss as they sink back into a sofa with a mug of something wonderful. I once worked at an agency that prided itself on providing real mugs for the staff – “real mugs” was always spoken in hushed tones, implying that we employees were far too valuable to suffer the use of paper cups. (In case you’re wondering, yes: we all should have been paid more. Still, it was a nice gesture.)
Maybe many of us find mugs soothing because we drink from them in soothing circumstances. If we’re drinking out of a mug, we’re probably at home. Or somewhere nice. Or at least somewhere nice enough that we can pretend we’re comfortable. For me, the pleasure of a mug in my hand is as much about the warmth of the beverage as the warmth of the memories that come up.
I’d love to know more about your favorite cold-weather beverage and favorite mug in the comments. I’ll post some of the ones I love to sip from best while I’m reading.
Fans of the show Good Omens may recognize the characters Aziraphael and Crowley as cats. The second I saw this mug, I knew I needed it in my life.
The blue mug with white polka-dots holds a lovely vanilla earl grey as well as some very fond memories. It was gifted to me at my wedding shower by my cousin’s grandmother, a woman of exquisite taste, ample fortune, and boundless personality. This woman was the closest thing I’ve ever had to a real, live Lady Catherine de Bourgh in my family. We weren’t quite related – she was my cousin’s grandmother, not mine. But she gave me some really lovely presents over the years, and all of them were among some of the nicest things I’ve ever owned. She passed away last year, well into her nineties, and I think of her every time I use this mug.
The third mug in this photo is from graduate school. It’s not quite as sentimental as the others, but it does bring up some warm thoughts of old friends.
I’m sure this sly devil needs no introduction. This was acquired during a trip my mother and I took to Bath.
I only meant to post the mug, but as I looked at the photo, I realized that everything in it is rather telling of my personality. That is a puzzle made out of photos of my cat in the background, and I really did need that much whipped cream on my cocoa. To those who might disagree, all I can say is that clearly one of us attended the Vulcan Science Academy and therefore must have something as simple as cocoa down to…well, a science.
Hope to see some of your own favorite hot drinks below! (Perhaps also with recipes, she said greedily…)