I’m not big on collecting things. Clutter doesn’t fit my personality, and living lean makes moving regularly a heck of a lot easier. Mostly, I collect experiences, and along with them, I sometimes collect mugs.
Mugs work for me because they have utility. They don’t just line a shelf turning dusty—because, uh, I do collect dust—you can use them. And we do.
Between my mint green tea habit, The Engineer’s weakness for java, and our morning oatmeal routine, we go through a lot of mugs in our house.
Some of my favorites are those we’ve picked up on our travels. There’s nothing better than a cup of hot tea—okay, really, really warm tea, is lukehot a word?—and a tactile reminder of a fun adventure.
The mugs are a daily reminder of some of our best trips. Here are a few of my favorites.