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The Mug That Stayed

by Twitchy on October 31, 2014

In my kitchen cupboard sits a battered old mug, no longer white. With a small chip on its lip and my name printed below a dated floral posy, it continues to justify itself among the prettier vessels more fit for common use.

Along with me for the ride through every home and house move since the demise of the 80’s, it has silently borne witness to change and upheaval, urging me on.

“I can do this.”

Ugly mug. Your appearance betrays your memory.

Ugly mug. Your look betrays your memory.

Sometimes people come into your life when you need them most.

When I was sixteen and seventeen, in my final year of school and struggling, I enjoyed time and sanctuary in the home and company of a mad, sharp friend who made me laugh when I was miserable. Failing deadlines. Heartbroken.

Hanging on by my fingernails, his fiendish humour was the salve. He allowed me to air my fears, cry on his shoulder.

We laughed until we did ourselves damage, watched movies, ate (and otherwise consumed) chemically laden things, some only slightly resembling food. We stayed up late confiding in one another the unjust tragedies of life and loves gone wrong.

His parents, whose lot had never included their fair share of young female energy about, more than accepted- encouraged- my refuge. Though I know they’d hoped for a more significant, longer-term relationship for all of us that was never going to be. It wasn’t like that. (Only because of them this thought saddened me.)

The three may never have known its importance for me at that time but I’ll never forget the welcome they extended to a broken teen at that house in East Bentleigh.

One day during this occupation at my second home I was presented with an ostensibly modest token:

“You’ve surely earnt your own mug by now”.

Ugly mug. Your outward appearance betrays your cherished memory. I could never throw you out.

Do tell me if you have a special mug you’ll never be rid of?

{ 12 comments… read them below or add one }

Lucy @ Bake Play Smile November 13, 2014 at 8:12 am

That is just gorgeous! Don’t ever throw that mug out. My fave is my ‘Domestic Goddess’ mug as well as the most gorgeous vintage teacup one of my Grade 2 students gave me as a present when I finished teaching her! I love both of them ๐Ÿ™‚ xx


Tegan November 3, 2014 at 10:11 pm

How awesome that you have a mug with so many memories. I don’t drink coffee or tea so I don’t really have a favourite mug.


Grace November 3, 2014 at 10:32 am

Wow! Kudos for keeping a mug for all these years! Every time I get attached to one, it chips or breaks. Such a shame because I’ve had many I would’ve loved to affectionately call “My Ugly Mug”


Twitchy November 4, 2014 at 10:21 pm

Grace fear not, your ugly mug may yet make its way to you care of your boys’ early adventures ar the school Mother’s Day Stalls ๐Ÿ˜‰

Deb @ Bright and Precious November 2, 2014 at 8:16 pm

You can never throw out that mug! Such sentimental value. Lovely story, Twitchy. Isn’t it lovely to look back and see how people came along and held you just when you needed it. xx


Twitchy November 4, 2014 at 10:29 pm

Exactly. I’ve not seen them for a couple of decades but it doesn’t lose anything for me in that timeframe.

Lee-Anne October 31, 2014 at 12:59 pm

A poignant story of precious things.

I have (unwittingly) smashed more mugs than I care to remember but one I treasure above all. It’s tucked away from my careless hands in a cupboard and when I gingerly take it out, I recall vividly the day my son (now over 6 foot) brought it home from the primary school Mother’s Day Stall, full of chocolates. ๐Ÿ™‚


Twitchy November 4, 2014 at 10:22 pm

Beautiful! How dare our kids speed up time like that.

Hugzilla October 31, 2014 at 11:39 am

Oh man, this tugs at even my cold heartstrings. I am anal about all my mugs matching BUT I have one special one too. It is one that my best friend gave me when she was 17, shortly before she died in a car crash. It has Winnie the Poo on it, which is terribly un-Zilla-like but I will never get rid of it. It’s the only non-matching mug I will ever own ๐Ÿ™‚


Twitchy October 31, 2014 at 12:01 pm

Oh Hugz! That is so sad and special. Pooh may be naff to some but he more than makes up for his liabilities with his wisdoms on the importance of friendship xx

Rhianna October 31, 2014 at 11:30 am

Oh how beautiful. I have never really had a special mug. Well someone did buy me one once but it was so off the mark from suiting me it brought more sadness than joy. In fact rather than the acceptance and welcoming it should have felt it I was left feeling vastly out of place. I tried so hard to see what was meant by choosing that cup for me but just couldn’t.


Twitchy October 31, 2014 at 12:03 pm

Perhaps you learnt something else from it Rhi x

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