At first I was bummed out because they'd probably have kept their color better if I didn't put them in the dishwasher. But I'm starting to look at them in a new light. Much like the wrinkles in my face and the grey in my beard, I see all the weird faded spots and streaks as proof that they've been around. It's like a ritual. Every day when I come home from work or in the morning if it's a day off, I fill one with ice water and head over to my spot on the couch. As I catch up on my laptop, I see the condensation form a perfect even coat, which eventually turns into beads of water rolling down.
Once the tumbler is wet on the outside, the streaks and blotches are nowhere near as noticeable as when I pull it out of the cabinet; they look best when they're being used. So I use them as much as possible. And I think about my mom every day.