I’ve often commented that I have a whole cupboard full of memories in my kitchen, I collect mugs from places we’ve been to visit and when choosing how to contain my coffee, I don’t tend to think “which mug do I fancy”, it’s more a case of “where would I like to go”.
As with any souvenir, especially one as potentially breakable as a mug, there is always the decision to be made whether to use it or display it. I figure the enjoyment of using the mug will far outweigh the pleasure of looking at it (and subsequently dusting it) so all of the souvenir mugs go straight into use.
This mug, as you can see by the state of the glaze around the rim, has been used many, many times, it turned into one of my favourite mugs, not just because of the pictures and the memories, but the shape of the mug too.
However, as you can also see by the picture, it’s got chipped, and one thing I’m very against is drinking out of a chipped mug, not just because of the risk of cutting my lip and the subsequent stupidly long time it takes me to heal, but also because my brain screams ” germs ! bacteria” at me every time I think of using it.
So unfortunately, off to the bin it went to join the rest of the well-loved crockery in the great land-fill site in the sky… but not before I’d taken a couple of snaps to keep the memories alive.
More from before: Two visits to “York“, in October 2010 and much later in January 2016.