Hello dears! Scattered all over my bedroom, whether on shelves, standing gracefully on my corner what-not, or lending a decorous flare to my desk, some form of glass can bee seen. In my very little girlhood, I took a great liking to my Grammy’s bright collections of glass vases and delicate pottery. She had a way with arranging it just so in her dining room window. Every single red, pellucid [clear], and white vase was in spotless perfection. And when the sun shone through that huge window (oh goodness! How it made my eyes smart looking at it!) dazzling shards of light from the electric glass were seemingly flung all over the room, showing up in rainbows, and red patches… it was so beautiful!
This is one of the few treasured memories I love to call to mind whenever I see a particularly handsome vase. And I am sure that this memory alone is the reason for the collections upstairs in my room. Mom of course carried on the tradition, but I knew from where it came from, and so to my Grammy I give all the credit.
After looking at this photo a minute, I realized that just about every “gift vase” I have is in this photo! *patting myself on the back* The floral pitcher on the left was a recent Christmas gift from dear Charlotte. The colors are delicate, but so fresh it makes me long for spring! The oddly shaped vase in the middle was a party favor from one of our friend’s Birthday Party. It is shaped like a bitten-off pie piece because it was from a collection of similar vases that could form a complete circle. Just imagine all of the creative flower arrangements you could make on your dinning room table with such a collection! And lastly, the antique, and very elegant jade-colored vase was a gift a friend gave to me after I helped her with her fresh cut flower business last summer.
All of the bottles and vases above have been collected by yours truly. I love a good Mexican Coke! When Mom brought home a case of them from the grocery store as a treat one summer, I was delighted with the un-pealable Coca-Cola logo, and so I took the whole case of emptied out bottles to be displayed all over my room.* The rather angular bottle used to be full of souvenir sand from Hawaii (supposedly), and the Coke and Pepsi bottles on the end are originals. So we have a contemporary, a sham, and two antiques in this photo. Interesting…
Some of my favorite, and cutest of all my vases would be the three right here. For my 15th or 16th Birthday, Mom presented me with this darling little bud vase from the Marjolein Bastin vase collection. I found one other dish that matched this vase in the current selection at her webstore. If I could, I would go live with this lovely woman for a whole year! For all of her life she has been sensitive towards, and devoted to, capturing nature with her paint brush. I love her work, and I love her life, and I wish I could grow up to be her. 😉
The two other vases are of similar proportions to my 5″ high little vase, but they are from the thrift store and merely complement my little MB vase on my shelves.
Oh goodness! The crazy “fountain” of bud vases! I found this unique two piece set at an auction, and knew I would regret not snatching this conversation piece. However, that is what I thought… Though it is fun to fill with little spring flowers, and tea roses during the warm months, it is a pain to clean out! If any sort of slime from a wilted stem gets stuck in one of those little globes, not even our handy dandy miniature bottle brush can swipe it clean. I think I remember spending a good hour on it last summer, with a wire and a piece of paper towel on the end…? So do yourselves a favor the next time you visit an auction, and don’t spend your pennies on a “vase” like this!
Lastly, my tiniest of bottles. On the left is an old scent diffuser that had a wooden topper that swelled up with whatever perfume was inside. I never liked it as a diffuser, and so one day I threw away the perfumed top, and cleaned out its lovely rectangular vessel. It now sits with the rest of these little bottles on a shelf. The elegant little bottle in the middle is an antique I found in the creek behind our house (that creek has produced many similar bottles that we girls have treasured over the years of our living in Ohio). The second to last is a syrup bottle from Cracker Barrel *grin*, and the dark little one probably held pills in it in the past.
Thinking about these vases and bottles reminded me of the Bible verses that liken men to vessels. We are shaped on the Potter’s wheel, to be filled with goodness or wickedness. A saying my Mom likes to quote often also contributes to this thought: “You are a vessel, filled with something. So when you are bumped, what do you want to come out?” What do we want to come out? All too often, sin comes out from me; a harsh word, a look of hatred. Instead, it should be a soft word of patience, and looks of love to encourage. These are things that I struggle with on a consistent basis, and I hope that one day, all that I will be filled to the brim with is the Love of Christ. Shouldn’t we all?
Do you collect glass?
Did your grandmother collect glass?
Have you ever heard the saying my Mom quotes to us?
Love to you all!
Jessica, the eldest sister & singer
* Two of those coke bottles are being used as “ankles” to widen the ankles of my dingo cowgirl boots! Sounds silly but it really works! 🙂