And then there were three

Here’s what the set looked like before:

Pyrex_bowls

Flickr // levanah

Now the set looks like this:

Pyrex_bowls_crop

Have you ever broken something and THEN found out how much it meant to you?

Sigh.

Take care–Susan Kaye

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18 thoughts on “And then there were three

  1. I’ll keep my eyes open for a replacement. I used to sell lots of depression and 50′s glass at antique malls. I may even have a set of those somewhere in one of the many boxes stacked in my spare bedroom. Sorry you broke yours. It’s like losing an old friend, isn’t it?

    • Thanks, Gayle. All the replacements I have seen online are crazy expensive. I bought a replacement for the big yellow one years ago and it was $20. I thought that was outrageous but got it as an anniversary gift for myself.

      If you see one for cheap, let me know.

    • Ah, garage sales. Yes, those are a luxury I do not usually allow myself. See, I have so much stuff hanging around here that needs to GO. I will keep my eye out for the red bowl when I go to Value Village…on half price day.

      Sad to hunt for gently-used clothes (skirts, Levi’s jackets) at a thrift store, isn’t it? But to wait for 50% off day? Ha. A younger generation thinks it’s invented “Reduce, Reuse, Recycle,” but we know, don’t we girls? :D

  2. I hate it when I find that my husband has gotten creative with something I’ve had for 35 years – like the time he knocked the knob off the top of my Corningware casserole lid so that it would fit in the refrigerator better.

    Sorry you broke your bowl. It’s a little like losing an old friend, isn’t it?

    • Great, your husband and mine are brothers born of different mothers. My husband took a huge and ancient enamelware turkey roaster, that has been in HIS family for generations, and drained antifreeze into it. I can’t use it now for fear of death or brain damage.

      Yes, I was v-e-r-y angry when I found it.

      • Husbands and their blessed practicality! Years ago I caught mine with the best knife in the house–a nifty Henckels paring knife, small and well-balanced (a wedding gift from my chef cousin)–that had mysteriously gone missing. Yes, it was in his TOOL BOX–with the tip of the blade nicely bent. He couldn’t see why I was upset

        I’m sorry your bowl broke. And such a great color, too. :(

        • This one of those, “taking all thoughts captive to Christ” issues in our marriage. Lots of practice at giving grace.

          Rasafrasamurf …

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