The day I threw out the mugs. Nothing has tested the patience of my husband more than the day I threw out the mugs. That is not why I threw them out, to test his patience, no, no. I threw them out because I decided that they ought to match. Could not bear to live in a world of mis-matched mugs a moment longer. Not for me the different shapes and sizes and not-so-witty slogans of stocking fillers past. Mugs are to be uniform henceforth.
They must also be uniformly white, so that the true colour of tea is accurately represented. Porcelain at a minimum, bone china if not. Dishwasher and microwave safe, obviously. And stackable! Cupboard space is at a premium.
Which is where my mug plans unravelled. My husband did not disagree with the plan in theory. I explained the reasoning behind the sudden mug departure and was met with vague support. But then I reneged on my end of the deal. Failed to replace the mugs. Couldn’t find the ones, the optimum mugs, the right size and shape with the perfect handle. The criteria was too extensive; decision paralysis kicked in.
And so, we were mugless. Not entirely. Had retained a couple for interim use. But whereas there may not have been a desirable mug available before, after Mug Gate there were no mugs available whatsoever. No clean ones anyway.
Approaching the one month mark, the mild irritation on his part had progressed to low level fury. So I stepped up and bought some bloody mugs. These ones, the John Lewis Design Project No.098. White, cool shape, bit of texture. And peace be restored.
Design Project by John Lewis No.098 Mug, £6 each, here.
Til next time,