We Are Not Breaking Up

        I have what I would describe as a healthy collection of milk glass. 

        Do you remember the state dinner metaphor and the silver plate? I have the milk glass to accompany it.

        I have used it, loved it, stored it, forgotten some of it (just being honest), and used it all over again, for years.

         I started collecting it at least 25 years ago, and at first I was so excited to find it inexpensively- I was not very discriminating.

        In fact I have many white florist vases to show for that zeal. 

        I graduated to opalescent pieces, but although stunning when held up to the light, I set out to collect solid, opaque pieces, larger in scale.

        I began the search for cake pedestals and bowls, and ice cream dishes to match my mother’s, and 12 place settings of dinnerware, and pitchers and matching goblets.

        So-

        (This is not a lead up to a decision or an announcement that I am ending this relationship and getting rid of it all.)

        We are not breaking up.

        How would I set the table for spring table settings, or a white Christmas, or baby showers in my home, or pour the cream into my coffee every morning of my blessed life?

        I used my milk glass at my daughter’s wedding reception, I have hauled it to other friends’ homes, and when I have found new pieces (the photo above is a piece I found at the flea market two weeks ago), I have joyfully bought them to share with my daughters who are also collectors.

        As I look at things to place in my booth at the antique mall, I realized that the size of the party I would be having, to require the use of 3 milk glass punch bowls and matching cups might indeed be a tad LARGE-

         But… there is always the chance…

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I am linking to White Wednesday at Faded Charm.