The One

Sometimes, you just know there’s an absence in your life.  At certain times of the day, you feel it most – that lack; that empty space that won’t be filled.  You know you’re missing The One.

One magical day, when you’ve stopped looking (when you’re trying to pretend you don’t need The One at all) – that’s when you’ll find The One.  A glimpse out of the corner of your eye.  A fluttering of your heart.  Could this be it?  Is this The One?  You know it must be, because The One feels just right in your hands – as though you were made for each other.

And it holds exactly the right amount of tea.

That’s right: The One is a mug, but not just any mug.  The perfect mug.  The one that’s the right size, the right shape, the right colour.  I found my previous One in a random shop in Healesville, when I wasn’t even looking for it.  But there it was in cheerful orange, with an inscription inside that read Morning Coffee Makes Me Happy (which I defied every single day with Morning Tea instead).  We spent many a happy, caffeinated year together, until the day that One suffered a sudden and catastrophic introduction to the floor at speed.  All I could do was to get by with other mugs while I waited for the happy day when I would find the next One.

It happened in Wodonga, in an op shop (of course).  We’d already visited three op shops but there’s always time for one more op shop.  So when the Chef spotted a ridiculously huge Vinnies, we made a quick u-turn and left our freshly-acquired coffees in the car as we set off to tackle this giant store.  I was on the lookout for quirky old things and patterns (which I found in abundance) while the Chef contented himself with looking through the cassettes in case there was one we could play in our car.  Then, he made the suggestion that was to see my fate entwined with The One.

“Let’s get some mugs here so we don’t have to use the stupid tiny mugs in the cabin,” he said.  As it turned out, the mugs in the cabin were even tinier than we’d been anticipating, so it was a good call on more than one count.

We browsed along a lengthy wall of crockery and then I saw it: a beautiful blue mug with hints of triangle in its design.  Not too big but definitely not too small.  And as I picked it up and held it in my hands, I knew I’d found it.

The One.  At last.

The One

Later that day, in our tiny cabin in Canberra (more on that soon), I had a chance to use The One for the first time.  It was perfection!  While my friends had finished their drinks in roughly two sips (seriously, they were stupidly small mugs), my mug of coffee kept on going for ages.

It may look like a mere mug, but to me, it’s the tea drinker’s version of the Holy Grail.  It’s only found after a long search and many miles of travelling (although with a lot less in the way of battling so-called infidels or discoveries of this new-fangled thing called ‘soap’) but it’s always worth the effort.  You could have your tea or coffee in any old mug and it will taste just fine but when you’ve found The One… well, you know it tastes just a little bit better.

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jennyrecorder 23rd March 2015 - 4:30 pm

Oh yes and the wrong mug is just not enjoyable. My past-perfect one has a chip where my mouth goes-urgh, it is still the backup, but now I have the present-perfect one and all cups of tea taste just…right

Katie Writes Stuff 23rd March 2015 - 10:31 pm

That’s exactly it: tea in The One tastes just right! And it lasts for exactly the right amount of time.

Bonita Vear (@bjvear) 23rd March 2015 - 7:04 pm

Ooh lala! A beautiful mug indeed… I must not have met my ‘One’ yet, as I have many favourite mugs that are in constant rotation. I usually go through at least 3 a day. 🙂 ❤

bonita of Lavender & Twill

Katie Writes Stuff 23rd March 2015 - 10:33 pm

It’s important to have a favourite or two. I must admit, I’m pretty committed to The One, though. It always makes me sad if it’s been washed and put at an inaccessible spot of our two-level dish rack. I’m glad to see you’re having an appropriate amount of tea each day – it’s a very important thing indeed. 😀

sheisthewildyouth 23rd March 2015 - 7:47 pm

Definitely agree with this! I have a number of mugs that are just the right shape and size, but one that I specifically look forward to using on a lazy Sunday morning! At work, I have to use a range of mugs of different colour, shape and size but there is one that is just like my favourite mug at home… I always give myself that mug when I get the chance and it makes everything better!

Katie Writes Stuff 23rd March 2015 - 10:34 pm

It really does make things better! My work mugs are fun ones, mostly with daleks on them, but they’re smaller because you never really have the chance to linger over a cuppa at work, do you? It’s always so nice to come home to a proper mug and a proper cup of tea.

Rebecca 23rd March 2015 - 8:15 pm

I knew I should have stolen it when I had the chance 😀

Katie Writes Stuff 23rd March 2015 - 10:35 pm

Too late for you! 😛

Shonk 23rd March 2015 - 8:38 pm

I don’t have ‘The One’, I have ‘The Jug’ and ‘The Quickie’ and ‘The Let’s Get Shit Done’, which is the one which is also a teapot.

Katie Writes Stuff 23rd March 2015 - 10:38 pm

Oooh, a mug that’s also a teapot! I’ve been tempted by those in the past, especially for work. Would you recommend one?

Dianne 23rd March 2015 - 10:30 pm

I have a mug with a daggy Ken Done style colourful fish pattern on it. Possibly purchased ( cheaply) from McEwen’s hardware store in central Melbourne many years ago. I have my milo in it every morning. If the dishes haven’t been done I have to wash it in the morning so I can use it Always feels weird if a friend comes in & grabs my milo mug to make a cuppa. When I was a kid my milo mug was a Royal Doulton bunnykins cup -til i grew up & realised it would be expensive to replace! My H has a faded, chipped old mug he has had since he was a kid and always has his tea in it ( it gets washed & re used throughout the day). Odd creatures of habit aren’t we?!

Katie Writes Stuff 23rd March 2015 - 10:44 pm

McEwen’s! I remember that store, although not the Melbourne one, which I hear was incredibly fancy in its day. I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who feels odd if someone else uses their mug. It doesn’t feel right! It’s as though something’s out of balance in the universe.

I still have my bunnykins, too. Mine is a little cup and saucer, which I adore (you can see it here), although it’s far too small for a decent cuppa, alas. It makes me think of sweet tea, though, which I can’t stand now. I always used to sneak an extra spoonful of sugar in if no-one was looking.

It’s amazing that we can have so many stories and memories about something as simple as a mug!

Zoe Clark 24th March 2015 - 4:49 am

I had a joyful mug once which I kept at work, lovely bright colours which co-ordinated with my folders on my bookcase (I am not the OCD type, but this was oddly pleasing).

One day it went mysteriously missing. I had to have serious talks with myself about how this was not worth making a fuss about, and how perhaps the universe was reminding me not to take my material possessions overly seriously. This long struggle to come to terms with the loss of the mug ended in my standing in a store (same chain, different city – this is how far my search went) looking at an identical mug on the shelf, and reminding myself that this was silly, and it was time to let it go.

I didn’t buy the identical mug. I feel empowered by that.

Katie Writes Stuff 24th March 2015 - 9:27 am

I cannot say I would have exercised the same restraint if I’d suddenly come face to face with an identical version of my old orange mug. Then again, who knows? Every time I’ve found The One, it’s been subtly different from The One before, so maybe I’m psychologically moving on a little bit each time.

That being said, your colour co-ordinated mug sounds all kinds of amazing, so I can understand why you’d be sorely tempted to replace it.

Tess 8th April 2015 - 5:04 am

Sweet Lord, I am way behind and I have lots of catching up to do. I am fine, it is just that I have started working again after my looooooooooooooooong hiatus. My new employer is thrilled to have me in the team but doesn’t quite know what my new position will be, so while he is making me a custom-made employment I work as a waitress in a lavish restaurant with an exquisite view on Lake Vänern. A lot of hard work, but my colleagues are great and we have a lot of fun too.

I love the blue colour and the size of The One. It.Is.Perfect. I am glad you found The One and I hope you bought a couple of extra just in case it would go base jumping…

Katie Writes Stuff 8th April 2015 - 9:22 am

I was wondering where you were of late! That’s fantastic news about your job. Hopefully your new employer will come up with a position that is perfect for you… and soon!

Alas, there was only one of The One, which is probably how things are meant to be. I do have plenty of backups now, should the worst happen. It’s always best to be prepared.

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