Another mug from my cupboard. A new addition this time. I made the choice long ago of “do I use it or not” balancing up carefully the number of smiles I would have by just looking at my mug on a shelf, against the number of smiles I would have each time I used my mug to drink out of … before it got broken. Needless to say, I use my mugs, and eventually I guess they’ll leave me, as do the memories, hence my “Mugshot” series here on the blog.
The pictures on the outside of this mug are starting to bubble and peel off so I could put it on a shelf now and preserve it, but I like drinking out of the mug as much as I like looking at it so it’s going to stay in the cupboard and get used just as much as it has since we came back from our Florence and Venice holiday.
Funnily enough, this mug is the same shape as my “Isle of Wight” one and I enjoyed the shape of that one too. I must bear that in mind when I choose another. The Isle of Wight mug has long since gone but the mugshot, and the holiday snaps and stories are all posted here, and visited often to jog the memory along too.
I drink lots of coffee, OK, so it’s de-caf coffee and if I was drinking it for the caffeine, de-caf would be a waste of time, but I actually prefer the taste, I find it mellow and relaxing. As for the mug, I guess that’s all part of the whole experience for me too. I do like a big mug, my hands are by no stretch of the imagination dainty. My Mum has long, piano player fingers, and my Dad has very square sturdy palms. Put the two together and you have my hands, square sturdy palms, with long, piano player fingers. Hey, they’re great for reaching into the cookie jar for a handful of cookies… So long as the top of the jar isn’t too narrow.
Anyway, try to forget whatever size your hands are and imagine you have my hands for a moment or two … Help yourself to a large mug of warm coffee, hot chocolate, malt milk, or whatever your fancy is. Wrap both hands around the mug and hold it close… Can you see how the right mug will hug you back ?
Sorry to risk spoiling the moment for you, but, still imagining your hands as the same size as mine, now try to pick up your mug of comfort with the tiny little handle on the side, being able to fit just two fingers into it, and that’s if you’re lucky. It sort of takes the hug away doesn’t it.
Ahh, but look at the size of the handle on my Venice mug… That’s so much better.
There now, you can have your hands back, boil the kettle, steam some milk, or make a brew, whatever makes you happiest, and share a cuppa with me while I drink mine.
More from before : “Mugshot” memories from the cupboard in my kitchen.