We have an abundance of mugs and bowls to choose from in our house, yet we always seem to reach for the ugly mugs. The ugly mugs are our clear favorites of all the mugs and bowls. These two humongous mugs are not just any ugly hand painted mugs. They are mementos. Mementos from the very beginning of our story as a couple. From our very first date, in fact! Our first date was spent walking around a street festival, listening to live music, going to dinner, and hitting up one of those places where you paint your own pottery. It may seem kind of hokey, but it was such a great way to spend time together, talking, laughing, and making fun of each other’s handiwork. I loved every minute of it. I loved that K planned the whole day for me. I loved that it was something silly and different. I loved that it was about talking and getting to know each other…not just sitting next to each other in a movie theater, not talking. (Haven’t we all had a first date at the movies, where you don’t talk to each other much at all? Kind of a silly way to get to know someone.) We learned so much about each other in that one day, that first date. It all started there.
When we returned to pick up our pieces from the pottery place a couple weeks later, Katrina secretly swapped our mugs. So, I went home with hers and she went home with mine. For the 2 years we dated before we lived together, we each had each other’s respective mug. (And totally used them daily!) I know, we are a little corny, but they were a part of our story and I loved it so. When we finally moved in together, after almost 2 years of Katrina driving an hour + every single weekend to come into the city and see me, the mugs were reunited. And when we bought a house, they moved with us into our home. A part of our daily lives, together, from day one. From the very beginning through the honeymoon phase of dating into both the struggles and triumphs of marriage.
Until one day, one of the mugs broke! And it broke my heart! As ugly as that mug was and as much as K promised me we would go back one day and make new ones, I just didn’t have the heart to throw it away. It was a part of our story. It was there from the very beginning, I couldn’t just toss it! So, I glued it back together! That was almost 2 years ago and we still use it all the time! They both have a few dings and scratches, not to mention cracks where the one was glued back together, but they are still here. And I love the constant reminder of where it all started. I love reaching for them in the cabinet and thinking of our story. I see us in them. I see our story. Scratches, dings, and all! I see how far we have come from these mugs, in almost 5 years. And for a couple of pretty ugly looking mugs, it’s such a beautiful reminder.
And if we have learned anything from these mugs, it’s that we should both keep our day jobs! Because clearly, pottery painting is not our forte!