Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Vaseline

I got this Depression era spice jar (below) for $3 at the Ithaca flea market Sunday. I'm pretty sure it's Vaseline glass, because it glowed when we put it under a black light, as did my green juicer and bird bowl from Dad.

Sorry, Mother - I had to walk to the far end of the yard for these flowers even though you told me not to; luckily, I didn't encounter any bears, but I had scissors with me just in case.


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