I started packing on Friday in an effort to burn off calories consumed on Thanksgiving and so that our impending move seems more real to me. I’m excited, I’m just in denial.
I started in the kitchen and quickly had five boxes full of linens, pots, pans, glassware, bake ware, wine and water glasses, water bottles and ceramic coffee mugs.
I don’t drink coffee and Todd, who only drinks iced coffee, uses glass mugs. Why I keep carting these ceramic mugs around from address to address is beyond me. Some were gifts and others were souvenirs. When I remember, I’ll use one for hot chocolate or chamomile tea, but otherwise they collect dust and every three years or so, get wrapped up in newspaper and moved to a new home, where they will once again sit on a top shelf and wait to be used.
With each move, I try to get rid of one. I am down to six.
There are two that I will never part with because my mother made them.
Ironically, she didn’t drink coffee out of them either, but her favorite diet soda.
I don’t remember my mother being a very creative person, but she did teach Kindergarten – third grade, so she knew how to do simple arts and crafts. She sewed a lot when I was really little and made me and my dolls matching clothes and I always had homemade Halloween costumes.
During the early years of her marriage to my father, she was really into painting ceramics à la Color Me Mine. It was the 70’s after all.
Sadly, all I have are a few figurines and these two mugs.They’re ugly, weren’t made for the microwave and aren’t dishwasher safe, but right there in the middle of my gung ho packing day, I had to stop and have a cup of hot chocolate in one of my mother’s mugs.