mug memories

Ok, so I know it's not Monday, but it's been a while since #mugmonday happened around here.  I can't remember if I've shared this mug already, but the weather is giving me wicked New England vibes, and this mug conjures up such visions as well. I can't use this mug without remembering walking down old, old streets of a fishing village on the Massachusetts coast. Like Rockport, but I'm not sure if that's where it was. Like today, fog hung thick in the air, casting a mysteriousness over everything. 

My family had driven the couple of hours to visit my brother for the day. He went to college up in Wenham, MA and it was always a treat to see him. 

I remember wandering into a little shop called the Wicked Peacock and purchasing a small piece of jewelry, though I can't for the life of me me remember what it might've been now. Down an alley there was a little art shop, and next to it was an open faced studio filled floor to ceiling with pottery. 

I walked around the dimly lit space and marveled at all the beautifully hand-crafted pieces. Most of them in similarly varied shades of purples and blues. I held this particular mug in my hand. The shape fit comfortably, and the color was a little memorizing. I brought it to the shop owner and realized he was also the Potter. He complimented my choice (as any artist would. A little nod to their own passion) and I remember him stating "I am very into periwinkle this season. I just can't stop!" 

As I thanked him and left I definitely felt I had just had a somewhat eccentric experience. To this day when I think about it, it almost seems like a scene out of Harry Potter. 

Anyone else have little treasures that just whisk you back to a certain memory in a vivid way? Sometimes I swear I can even smell the salty brine of the ocean air.