"Would you fix me a glass of milk? And bring it to me in a Mason jar."
- My Dad
I believe in drinking out of real glass; I come by it honestly. Life is short - why not?
I know real glasses sweat and leave rings on the table, but that's what coasters are for.
Recently, our (real) drinking glass collection whittled down to nothing. They were broken, stolen, abandoned, and abused. So for weeks I was on the lookout for some new, inexpensive replacements but could not seem to find any to suit.
Meanwhile, on the home front my favorite glass became a lonely mason jar that once contained some homemade jam or jelly. That lonely mason jar also became my favorite vase and pen holder and container of everything it could contain. It was one busy mason jar.
It the midst of all this - can't find new glasses that I like - and I'm in love with this one mason jar drama, the Pioneer Woman posted this awesome post, The Beauty of a Mason Jar.
And so it was. So it was that I became the proud owner of 36 gorgeous mason jars of all shapes and sizes. I love them, each and every one.
And since I've been back to Wal-mart, the prices are marked down even more than when I bought mine. So run. Run. Go get your Mason jars before their season has passed.
Look at their uniformity - so beautiful.
They are rustic. And elegant. And I take so much pride in them.
Here's one with my peach tea this afternoon.
Here's a larger one serving as a votive.
And the small ones - I've used for greenery arrangements.
It really doesn't take much to make me happy. Are there any other old souls out there that love Mason jars in the way that they should be loved? I know PW does.