Yesterday I suffered a minor tragedy. My beloved hot beverage mug, gifted to me by one of my best friends, perched precariously close to the edge of my kitchen counter, fell a fateful fall.
I knew that this day was coming. I’m far too clumsy and use it far too often to avoid it indefinitely. Several years ago I went on Society6 to buy a backup mug, but found that it had already been removed, so I knew that it was likely gone as an option.
We’ve been watching season one of Locke and Key, as the second season just dropped. Minor season one spoiler: there is a cabinet with a key that mends anything that is put inside. One of the characters breaks a mug given to her by her late husband, and the pain in that moment is a representation of her grief and confusion. The mug is accidentally restored however, as are memories of that pain.
It seems a bit silly and superficial to mourn a mug, but sometimes things are more than just things. Sometimes the meaning that we imbue them with is more important than the thing itself. This isn’t the pain of losing a loved one, nor do I have access to a magical cabinet that I am aware of. But I do have a lot of fond memories associated, mainly due to the human connection.
I decided for now that I’m gluing the mug back together and using it as a plant holder. This mug deserves a second life, even though the memories and friendship will endure much longer than a careless slip-up.
btw, if you like the design and want it as a print, you can still pick that up on Gallery Nucleus. The artist is Teagan White and the design is called “Mammal’s Mask“
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