So I am thinking about the
things we break and the things we don't.
So here we go. After my parents died, they had a rather large crystal glass collection, some friends of my said use it, as I was trying to figure out where to put these lovely glasses. So we did. Over the next 2 or so years all the water goblets are gone, all the rock glasses, and we have left the juice glasses sans (2) lost there. All the wine glasses are gone.
So I bought some more crystal, drink glasses. All those six glasses I think lasted 6mths
Before Last Christmas I replenished; and I was too scared to bring them out. So now they sit in my closet and wrapped up and safe. And I wonder should I bring them out? Oh and to keep some things into perspective I bought a dozen cheap water glasses....guess what 18mths later we have not LOST a single flocking glass
So secretly I have added to my closet crystal stash of glasses. Did I mention I adore crystal glasses? Everything including water tastes better in them. And to put a $$ value on the recent crystal I bougth and lost, each small tumbler was $30 per and large tumbers $50 per glass. Crystal is an indulgence of mine....
So in the time I have been married (8yrs) my husband has gone through 4 computers. Somehow he breaks them. I have gone through one.
I have the ugliest vase around, that has lasted me through 6 moves over 30 yrs. It was a gift from a close friend. That thing is indestructible.
In the same timeframe I have broken two beautiful glass vases
So here on a Thursday I sit back and wonder; is there a reason, a ration-d'etre for what we break and what seems to survive our care....