My exchange with Elizabeth Gilbert (my new best friend) about eBay was particularly funny because when V picked me up that night, what did I come tumbling out of my apartment building carrying? A big old box I'd received courtesy of eBay. It took up about half her backseat, and V and her girlfriend made friendly fun of me over it. I could have left it in the mail area of my building, where I'd discovered it on my way out, but deep down inside I'm only six, and I had to open the box in the car. The goodness that awaited me:
Vintage Mason jars, with zinc lids. It's a shame how much I love these things. Growing up, my grandmother was a canner, a preserver of fruits and veggies for the seasons ahead. They remind me of her.
The thought of filling up their blue-green emptiness with pretty, useful things makes me giddy.