Growing up, seeing a mason jar meant one thing- peaches.
Down from the depths of the cellar, and later the basement, of my Grams's house would come wonderfully preserved peaches. A jar might last through lunch.
Because I could eat every single one of them from the jar, with a fork, by myself.
But these days, old is the new, well, new.
I bring you, the unexpected Mason Jar.
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| Spoon rest or general holder. |
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| Can you imagine the refracted light? Even the lids have great detail! |
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| Sweet smelling jewelry. |
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| The beauty of Etsy is that if you don't want the tags to say 'Parenting Advice', message the seller! I'd take them blank. |
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| Hello summer party! |
| Which is your favorite? I can't wait to give the spoon rest to my mom who never has one and hates a mess. In other quick news, I mentioned last week we may be moving. It's a no go. The job was not available much to everyones surprise and disappointment. That's okay, I was sad to leave my giant single bowl sink. More on that later... |
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