So it’s probably no surprise that my favorite mug is made of glass, since I like to paint sparkly things. Here we have a 3 color doodlewash of the mug that I drink tea out of each evening before going to bed. This particular tea is a combo of flavors that’s been dubbed Red Zinger. I’m not even sure what the ingredients are that form this tea, but I can confirm that it does taste surprisingly red. As for the mug, it’s not a family heirloom, just something we found at Target. We rather liked the shape and it was on clearance so we bought the last five (6 would have been more of a set, but the 5th is there in case one breaks). Admittedly, this simply meant that hundreds of people got them before we did, but there’s something about getting the last sale items that make them feel unique and special.
Additionally, shopping for items on clearance has the added benefit of feeling like you’ve just made a wise financial decision. Granted, it’s more often than not that you’re buying something you really don’t need, but getting something for less than full price is such a great feeling. Next to the Target where we found these mugs, there’s a Home Goods that we usually stroll through just to see if there’s anything interesting. Though, we usually stick to the kitchen items. Shopping the decor is like attending the estate sale of your insane aunt who spent her final years traveling the world, collecting curious items from souvenir shops, and then maniacally spraying them with gold leaf and glitter. Of course, sometimes, a single one of these souvenirs can make a good conversation piece, as long as you don’t pay full price.
Since I use this little mug each and every day, it’s become a lovely symbol of successful impulse purchasing. Most of the things I find I just have to have while shopping end up as sad little trophies of poor decision-making. My bookshelf has many of these little items on it. As I look them now, I’m left wondering not just why I thought I wanted them, but in some cases, what the hell they even are. For example, there’s a sphere that appears to be a knotted ball of deer antlers sitting next to a wooden posable dog, staring at me from behind a picture frame. I’ve no recollection now as to how they came to be there and this is rather disconcerting. At least one thing seems certain to me in this moment. When I’m finally ready to have my own estate sale, I’ll be sure to mention in my will that everything should only be offered on clearance.