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.
me~sorta
- quin browne
- denver/new york/new orleans/silverstone, United States
- new orleans remains my heart, my hometown, my culture; new york is my lover, london my dream. "the young quin had dreamed of a life where she was actively loved and only occasionally ignored"
these? these are important...
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10 comments:
At least you can't blame yourself for it. Beige and brown sounds vile, btw. :)
Argh to the color scheme.
But -oh well.
Oh, well?!? Austere is a jackass.
Is it salvagable at all? It'd be a shame to have a family heirloom just go in the trashcan. Gorilla Glue can do wonders.
More proof that anything that survives for ages and ages will eventually become a "classic."
Barring the errant Sophie here and there.
Ahh....okay, now your reference to the broken pitcher makes sense.
oh my... sad for this accident to have happened.
Uh oh... accidents happen though. This does also mean that you technically get to choose the next heirloom through default and can change the colour scheme! I am forever an optimist I'm afraid.
Little Guy is walking around the house as I write this looking for the next thing of value to break -- it is as if cats are programmed to do this sort of thing. Sorry for your loss.
it is still in pieces on the counter... and when she stalks past, sophie looks rather smug.
Sof is a soul to move things along or in this situation "out" of your life.
A story about your g.g.grandmother using the pitcher could replace it.
And if P. cant remember one passed along, make one up.
I hope you threw it out. Broken glass can kill.
xoxo
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