Faith
&
Family
Passing through the many lovely rows of household goods at TJ Maxx last weekend, the prettiest glass tumbler no-so mysteriously ended up in my cart. It possibly shouldn’t have—I was supposed to be picking out my mom’s birthday gift, not shopping for anything for myself—but there was no resisting the elegant pink florals and ornate patterns decorating this particular cup.
As the cashier carefully wrapped my new drinkware in tissue paper for the ride home, though, I knew even then the bleak fate it was doomed for: a dusty, pointless existence at the bottom of one of our kitchen cupboards. After all, it’s the same place my other “pretty” cups have gone to die. I don’t buy things just to not use them, of course; every mug and tumbler I own was purchased thoughtfully—and most likely for a steep price. (Among others, there’s one that I picked up from a stationery store inside the Mall of America, and another blue and pink ombré-style cup serves as a memento from the marriage conference Mike and I attended years ago.) It’s just that it never takes more than a couple of uses for the excitement of a new cup to subside. In this present Stanley-obsessed era, is this something you’ve noticed, too?
