Bean, this is the crystal I collect.
Do you remember in the airport in Germany, when the security screener kept asking me if I had anything unusual in my bag and I kept insisting that I didn’t, and it turned out that the lead crystal dressing jar I was carrying had put her in a panic? What a mess.
Well, of course to me it wasn’t unusual! She should have been more specific. (You know, you have so much patience to be traveling with me, dear).
I already have two of the round
and the dressing jar
upstairs, but I never did purchase the cylindrical.
I could use another dressing jar as that is a handy little number, frankly, used for all sorts of things (I was using it to tote a chunk of jewelry back home to Germany at the time of the mixup in the airport).
I’ve been keeping it downstairs lately at my desk to capture all the bits and pieces that come off the jewelry I’m working with, but only because earlier I had used it as a vase for a special birthday bouquet.
I really am in love with this particular dressing jar, which is why I am beginning to think I could easily use another, frankly. But originally, this post started out to tell you that I had never purchased the cylindrical shaped bottle.
So there you have it. I bought them at Penhaligon’s, in that fantastic red store right outside Covent Garden up from your work? The tiny one that you always said smelled (which made sense, being that they were a parfumerie). But somehow, I don’t think you meant it in a positive manner. I don’t mind. In my old age, I’ve noticed that they smell, too.
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