A riff on the classic diner mugs- the kind that as you use it, it slowly dawns on you that this is a damn fine mug. Sits in your hand nicely, keeps your coffee hot, and just feels right.
A mass-produced, chunky, chipped-lip, coffee-stained mug instantly brings me memories of eating at a Waffle House on a family road trip between Florida and Mississippi, or a bleary-eyed trip to an all-night diner during my younger, wilder days. I have a library of mugs I have appropriated from diners, cafeterias, and thrift shops on the shelves of my studio. They are not pretty, but they are built to last and the ones I gravitate towards have a ratio between the handle and the mug and are often ergonomically perfect but visually unbalanced. This handmade ceramic mug is a love letter to these quotidian, working-class heroes of the beverage world.
