Mugged

Yesterday, I was mugged at Homegoods. Mugged by coffee mugs, that is.

I have been mugless since I moved to Tennessee. The set of dishes I inherited came with teacups, but no coffee mugs. I knew I wanted something interesting and distinctive, and that my selection would have to work with my eclectic collection of plates. This was a tall order considering my dishes are anything but plain.

Inherited Poppy Trail Grape dishes.

Collected Blue Willow china.

And then, one fateful hour on one fateful day, at 5:30PM yesterday, this muster of peacock mugs accosted me.

Instantly, they jumped into my cart so I could take them home to their long lost porcelain and ceramic cousins.

These mugs are just perfect because:

a) I love peacocks and the colors make my skirt fly up.

b) They complement my Blue Willow china in a way that I couldn’t have dreamed up even if I had designed the mugs myself.

c) They add a modern touch to my inherited plates.

d) They pull together my seemingly disparate plate collections.

e) They complete me.

I LOVE these mugs. I may need to go buy up the rest of the stock because I’m afraid that if I break one the world might end.

Not really. But I’m not taking any chances….

——(45 minute pause)——–

In the middle of writing this post, I realized how heartbroken I would be if I broke these mugs. I considered going to the Homegoods to buy 4 more mugs so I would have a total of 10. This felt like a comfortable number when factoring potential breakage over the next 80 years that I will cherish these mugs. I was already in my pijamas at this point and decided I would go to pick up the mugs tomorrow after work. Then, I considered that tomorrow is Saturday and the rest of the mugs might be snatched up before I could get to them. So, I did what any sane person would do and changed into some clothing suitable to wear in public and dashed out to Homegoods at 8:55PM. And when I got to Homegoods, guess how many mugs were left?

See, they really were meant to be mine. Thank goodness I didn’t wait until tomorrow night to go get them. I really would have kicked myself if I had waited and they were gone.

Despite the previous paragraphs, I’m really not a crazy person. I’m just crazy about these mugs.

Y’all come back,

Sugarlump