I love things that are old.
And I adore these vintage bottles.
My bottles are mostly finds. I went exploring in an area that was a dump ancient eons ago. I was in high school with a family friend. In fact, the friend was the brother to my friend Rusty who died just a few years ago. Robin went on to study archeology and then art and is now a potter. He is a fabulously talented man. And he was the one who took me on the dig that unearthed several of these bottles over 30 years ago.
These bottles … some still caked with remnants of earthen history …. sit on the round table that sits in my bay window.
No matter the day, if I am seated near, I pick them up and re-inspect … wondering about history and stories and what liquid they once held.
And no matter the day, they simply bring me joy.
They are a pleasure to behold.
My arrangement of vintage bottles nestled in a tiny silver tray
bring me joy!
How about you?
Something small? Something common?
Something HUGE? Something sentimental?
What makes you happy this marvelous Monday morning?