pyrex love

I have gone through many a collection obsession in my life.  Soap, as best I can remember, seemed to be the start of things for me when I was little.  Bars of every shape and size and the pretty papers they were often wrapped in were fascinating to me, and as a kid I remember receiving it as souvenirs from trips that the adults that inhabited my childhood world had taken.  Tiny blocks of airline soap, coveted the same as the prettiest of wrapped french lavender soaps, were an easy gift to mollify my youthful gimme gimme ways. 

Through the years, soap transitioned to Cinderella-esque little shoes, transitioned to miniature and regular sized perfume bottles, transitioned to pottery & crafts, transitioned to contemporary japanese iron teapots.  Transitioned to vintage dachshund goodies and carved mother of pearl buttons, turquoise McCoy ware, more dachshund goodies, wooden shoe forms, and tiny dutch wooden shoes. And nowadays, whatever else catches my eye.

As I have grown older, though, I realize that my days of dedicated collecting are over.  Sure I still pick up the random dachshund sumptin and even a tiny little perfume bottle if the price is right and I feel it needs to be rescued, but rarely am I on the time consuming hunt, unless I need something for a grand endeavor like growing the little kielbasa's selection of super cool eyewear.  I want space, I need space, for all my crafty endeavors. And I need the time to make, and time to hang with my big and little boyfriends.  If it is meant to be, most things, I figure, will have a way of finding me.

Which is what I reminded myself yesterday when we spread out tiny chumley's Uncle Dana's new collection of mostly pyrex coolness that he has amassed from his recent thrift store and flea market adventures down south, that had still been going on these past few days as I took him from thrift store to thrift store, all the while tiny chumley patiently waited for us to come back home.

pyrex schmyrex, the little kielbasa did declare as we set things out on the table to ooh and ahh, don't u know there are squirrels out there that need chasin?

In the grand scheme of things, I'm pretty sure Baxter is right.  But for the moment, I will bask in the temporary glow of vintage pyrex love, and dream of pretty pyrex displays.