I love a good mug much more than the next person. If you tested me on the (actual, pretend) mug-O-meter scale I’d be the dinging the bell very, very loudly because I just like mugs THAT much.
Mostly, I prefer vintage mugs, if we’re going to properly nut this out. I like my mug to tell a hint of a story. I like my mug to feel nice in my hand. I like my mug to look good and be almost-full-to-the-brim of something good. (Tea, coffee, hot soup. That sort of thing.)
I have tried brand new mugs, and as lovely as many of them are, they leave me a bit cold. What I prefer is something that has been around the block, in terms of hot bevies. I like something that’s got a bit of history. Something that’s been clutched through many a chat and been tipped upside down in many a dish drainer.
It’s in this spirit of bumped-up, wise mugs that I bring you this delightful selection of current favourites. I’m thinking these guys have been around the block a few times and know some things.
This enamel mug is by Georges Briard and it ticks a few of my ace mug boxes. Firstly it’s enamelware. Secondly it’s got gold trim. Thirdly, it’s got a nicely patterned bird on it. Some of my favourite friends are nicely patterned birds, so this mug makes a lot of sense to me.
Ranking : 8/10 on the Mug-o-Meter : available here
I have this actual mug in my cupboard. Well. I have TWO of them, in fact. Because gorgeous. I used to have three but one blew off the table in the backyard on a really windy day and now I’m down to two and some sad and broken bits.
I call this/these my “Steve and Michelle” mug/s. I don’t know, it just reminds me a lot of my friends Steve and Michelle (if Michelle had long hair, which she doesn’t!) This mug is highly recommended because it’s a nice size, cute and also very Yoshitomo Nara-ish. Don’t you think?
Ranking : 9/10 on the Mug-o-Meter : available here. Quite rare.
Granted, these mugs are brown, which is not my favourite colour BUT they are a little bit Horsea-ish and also have the kind of earthy charm that seems to whisper “fill me up with miso soup and tell me your troubles”. Don’t you think?
I can tell just from looking at them that they will feel nice to hold (I’m an expert, remember?) and there is the extra bonus of Australian shipping because some nice people from Brisbane are selling these.
Ranking: 8/10 on the Mug-o-Meter – available here
When I read this, I hear the words in a kind of tight, menacing voice. It’s like the mug is going to MAKE you have a good time and if you don’t there will be hell to pay. “Something good is going to happen to you” this mug promises, trying to hypnotise you. It’s pretty much the Tony Robbins of mugs and it’s only $11.38US plus shipping.
Ranking: 7/10 on the Mug-o-Meter (loses points for platitude-y attitude) – available here
These are not brown pretenders, but rather actual genuine Hornsea mugs. I have the canisters to match these (my friend Kirsty bought those for me.) The fact that I have started a collection which could include these makes me deeply want these. That’s the sort of person I am. I like having little families of things and these mugs could join my canister family because we’re pretty much all about diversity and acceptance in my kitchen. Mugs and canisters live together in perfect harmony, as the song goes.
Ranking: 9/10 on the Mug-o-Meter – available here
I mean. This sassy vintage example of Swedish sex positivity seems to predict the rest-of-the-world’s future obsession with Scandinavian culture. Meatballs. Angel chimes. Killing type shows. Excellent pastries. Ikea.
I was going to Google some other national treasures but my history showed I recently searched for “Sweden, Pineapple” and it’s put me off because I don’t remember doing that. What could “Sweden, Pineapple” possibly mean, Pip? Ugh. Maybe I am sleep-Googling?
Ranking: 7/10 on the Mug-o-Meter – available here
Phew. I hope this helped you achieve your life goals. I think what we’re learnt today is that you shouldn’t go to the mug counter without me.