It's called loving old glass. I love how it feels in my hand, how it looks, and I love using it.
Saturday after scoring the nifty sewing machine we dropped by a local antique/junk shop. I bought two boxes of glassware for $10. In reality there were only 2 or 3 pieces that actually caught my eye, but they were certainly worth a combined $10.
I came home and unpacked the boxes and started washing. It only took me an hour or so to wash it all and dry it. I laid it out on the table and looked at it, waiting until the pieces spoke to me.
I started picking out the pieces that I had to have. Like the square divided relish tray from the 40s, naturally the two pink berry bowls, the cake plate, and the compote.
When I was finished, this is what was left. Since then, Mom has picked out the pieces she wants and there's just not a whole lot left. Most of it newer stuff.
Sickeningly enough, I went back today and bought another box for $3 and heard myself tell the lady that I'd be back.
At this rate, the dining room/living room remodel is going to have to happen soon. I need those shelves in a very bad way.