Please tell me you’ve visited a farm in Oklahoma.
Or that you know someone from Oklahoma.
Or that your uncle’s girlfriend’s father-in-law’s next door neighbor’s sister’s husband visited there once and brought back a glass bottle.
(edited to add: Whitney told me that the girlfriend couldn’t have a father-in-law because she wasn’t married to the uncle yet. Please adjust to read your uncle’s girlfriend’s father’s next door neighbor’s sister’s husband).
Like this one.
Have you ever seen anything like it?
I love it.
I’m all about it.
I’m using it for my summer centerpiece.
But I have no idea what it is.
Last weekend my husband brought this back from his grandmother’s house.
They were having a yard sale there and we were having a yard sale here. Just between us—there is nothing better than sitting at a yard sale selling stuff and shopping at another yard sale in Oklahoma shopping via Facetime to find more stuff to fill up your house.
As he panned the crowd and the sale and the garage with his phone—I saw it. Sitting on a table looking a little forlorn and unappreciated was this glass bottle.
It had sat there for two days.
No one else was really interested in it…..
…..and that makes me a little garage sale nervous.
The top side has raised letters that read one gallon.
But one gallon of what?
There’s a handle where someone from Oklahoma poured out whatever was in here.
And there are rings at the top that show that it used to have a lid.
Those are all the clues I have.
It was dirty inside.
So I rinsed it out and soaked it with vinegar and let it sit and then wiped it all down with Dawn dish soap to get off the grease.
And then I filled it with fresh cuttings from the yard.
A simple summer centerpiece.
Looking all cute with its glassness and its greenery and its cute little top that’s grinning at me.
I know it has a story to tell.
Let me know if you can fill in any of the chapters.
PS I just had to share my find. I didn’t want to keep it bottled up.