Cracked
Maine craft weekend. We ended up in a glass blowing place. It took about 15-20 minutes to blow a pumpkin in glass. The artist promptly dropped it in a trash can to crack into bits. !!!??? It had a crack. Imperfect! No seconds! I know how she does it. I could not do it. But, knowing is fun.
Borosilicate
Thermal insulated. Lightweight. This stuff is as good as “sliced bread.” What? It’s blown glass – yes, there is a “blown” mark. The air insulation keeps the glass from transmitting heat or cold. Your coffee stays hot and your lemonade ice cubes don’t melt. Too good to be true. Colleen loved them and I got them – for her (how could I deny her…). I tried one. Oh boy! Light bulb! As in all things I overdid as you can readily see our cabinet with an assortment. Hey! That’s quite an assortment of tea sitting up there too. Good stuff.
Stuff
At a certain age they tell you to downsize. You can’t take it with you. You are allowed to look. How about a Welsh chicken coop cupboard? Never seen one till now. I didn’t know I wanted one. This was a monster piece more than 10 foot wide. Put your dinner in the coop and you don’t have to go out later to catch it. Rabbit, chicken, it’s been done before. They wanted $thousands.
A small town. I can’t remember which. Go there. There is native American art. It’s a town of few stores. Few enough people find it. The prices are high. Why not? There’s simply very little traffic.
Garish porcelain? I neglected to image an oyster plate. We learned they come from France. The valuable collectable ones go for $hundreds. Now you know too. I don’t want one. I don’t much care to eat oysters. Green Hoosier glass? It’s not depression uranium glass. No value. About $9 on eBay. Just looking. I don’t have room on the shelf. I guess I’ll build some.
Cold Lunch
Roy Rogers school lunch box – it was red as I recall. This isn’t mine. I ate cold lunch in the 8th grade. I missed the hot lunch application deadline. American cheese between two slices of white bread with Miracle Whip. Every day! My choice! Don’t ask. Later on when I was a grown up, I asked the kids in my medical office to go to the corner deli and bring me a sandwich. Eagerly they awaited my request: Ham and Swiss on bread – a slice of white, a slice of rye on top. Then, I’d always sadly shake my head and say they brought the sandwich upside down.
Three turtle wicker basket. I’ve never seen this. Old typewriter? The letters are mounted on wire loops. That’s old. For decoration. The tag says it doesn’t work. Ha! Who’s typing anyway?
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