No talking today - I'm busy cleaning the place up for another round of the 2022 (b) Christmas House Tour.
I can't tell you how many antique ornaments I've broken over the years. I've collected them for the past 20 years or so.
Every year I break at least one of them just due to the Oopsies.
One year my little siamese cat Cleo cat climbed up the tree and sent ornaments crashing to the ground. Another year my entire tree fell over with half of the ornaments exploding on the wood floor like rainbow shrapnel.
And this year I broke my oldest ornament. A very small, mercury glass trumpet from Germany. I haven't paid more than 50 cents for any of these but with every one that shatters, I feel like I've just accidentally picked off the last of an endangered species.
I also feel pretty bad that after 75 years of Christmasses, I was the only asshole to break it.
They're getting a lot harder to find at garage sales and ... even though you can buy some nice (but very expensive) ornaments at antique shows, they're less fun to buy that way. Not just because of the price, but because there's a certain sense of gratification you get from buying antique glass Christmas ornaments from a garage sale.
Whoever owned them first, probably grand or even great grandparents, loved them. Over the years, after time, the family who inherited them stopped feeling obligated to put them on their own tree.
So on a Saturday morning in the middle of the summer they press a $1 sticker onto the box of them and place them in between an old coffee maker and the weights that never got lifted.
My heart jumps whenever I see them because as far as I'm concerned I'm a rescue worker. Like heritage homes and native species it's important to me that these vintage ornaments are saved and get back in a home that values them.
With a homeowner that mourns when they break instead of breathing a sign of relief punctuated by a high five and squealing "Only 17 more to go!"
Please enjoy the puzzle!
Have a good remainder of your weekend.