So I bought this mug last month, it’s small, it has that crackle ceramic glaze, it’s got cute leaves scored into it and it’s this olivey emerald green. The base is unglazed. I love it, probably too much, it’s a mug. I went back and bought another a week later as a back up. I dropped it the next day and the handle came off. It didn’t happen in slow motion and I didn’t get angry. Back to the original one then.
Last night I decided I liked it so much I’d bloody draw it and have a piece of it FOREVER （・―・）
Then I remembered other mugs I’d loved, lost, and still own. There’s the rounded one with hand-painted leaves that my Auntie gave me because it was always the one I specifically requested my tea in. Every time I get it out of the cupboard I think of her and my Uncle and it makes me feel better.Â
There’s the orange 70s Bacchus one’s of my Grandmas that came in a set. Those are etched in my memory as they were passed around the family - last seen in the back of my Mums kitchen cupboards.
My VW camper van mug. It’s big and bulky, you’d think more of a gimmick but I totally use it. All the time.
I know I’m talking about mugs here, but most people have security objects in their life in one way or another. I’ve started drawing the best of them, so I can hang the print in my kitchen and get the positive vibes each one of them gives out.
