In my quest for a simple life, free from materialistic goods, I find myself conflicted about why I'm so fond of these glasses.
How can an object make me so happy?
My mother was cleaning out her cupboards again, and brought me a box of miniature jars, vases, and of course these beautiful aqua glasses. I can't remember where they came from; I may have even given them to her as a gift. Whoever the donor, as long as I can remember they have always been in the cupboard next to the hand made pottery bowls,
and I have always admired them.
Only five remain, but then there are only five of us to use them!
For now, I will just surround myself with their beautiful memories and be content that I didn't compromise any of my beliefs in acquiring them.
I think a little ~move me brightly~ tea, from The Peaceful Peacock is in order on this warm spring afternoon~