After Mr. Right asked me to marry him, there was a wedding to plan. I remember people telling me that when I found the "right dress," I would just know.
I never knew how it happened. But, it did happen -- just like they said it would!
It's kind of the same thing with blue Ball jars, which I kind of have "a thing" for. (Don't worry, my hubby knows. In fact, he's been known to encourage my habit.)
On Saturday, we headed to the local flea market. I never go with a plan. I just wait for the right thing. As we walk the outdoor aisles, I don't usually plan on finding anything. Any find is a happy surprise. On this particular day , I spotted it sitting on an old rusted card table with scotch tape and dried grass stuck to it.
This week, we saw so many blue Ball jars. Even a green one! The green one was a little too pricey, and the rest? Didn't do anything for me, I guess.
But then, I found this one. My hubby almost passed it up, but I knew this was the one. I love the brilliant turquoise blue color. Deeper than the "old" blue, this one dates from around the bicentennial, and sports an eagle on the backside. When I asked the price, one of the ladies came back with $8. My hubby said, "Ask her if she'll take $5." So, I did. The younger of the two ladies said, "No sorry. We know $8 is already a good price for that jar." I told her I loved it, and I would pay the $8, to which the second (older) woman replied, "I'll let you have it for $7." SOLD. And it came home with us.
On Saturday, we headed to the local flea market. I never go with a plan. I just wait for the right thing. As we walk the outdoor aisles, I don't usually plan on finding anything. Any find is a happy surprise. On this particular day , I spotted it sitting on an old rusted card table with scotch tape and dried grass stuck to it.
This week, we saw so many blue Ball jars. Even a green one! The green one was a little too pricey, and the rest? Didn't do anything for me, I guess.
But then, I found this one. My hubby almost passed it up, but I knew this was the one. I love the brilliant turquoise blue color. Deeper than the "old" blue, this one dates from around the bicentennial, and sports an eagle on the backside. When I asked the price, one of the ladies came back with $8. My hubby said, "Ask her if she'll take $5." So, I did. The younger of the two ladies said, "No sorry. We know $8 is already a good price for that jar." I told her I loved it, and I would pay the $8, to which the second (older) woman replied, "I'll let you have it for $7." SOLD. And it came home with us.
Although it's in pristine condition, some might say I paid too much. But, if you had seen the sun shining through that beautiful blue, you might've paid the price too. It had me at hello (if you know what I mean).
Do you have any collections?
Do you "just know" when you find the right piece to add?
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