times like this, i'm so glad my mother doesn't read my blog.
four generations ago, my great great grandmother brought a pitcher with her to america. she gave it to my great grandmother who gave it to my grandmother, who gave it to my mother, who gave it to me. it was to go to caitlin in a few years.
now, this was an ugly ass pitcher... beige with brown and yellow flowers hand painted on it.. the glaze was crackled... it was, well, ugly.
still, i treasured it as it had been passed down with love for so many, many years.
tonight, with a leap and a CRASH!!!! the cat managed to stop that tradition in it's tracks.
even with my belief things are nothing more than things... i felt sick to my stomach.
and, i'm glad my mother doesn't read this blog, 'cause i have NO intentions of telling her.