A special keeps for me was a big box of blue ball canning jars with the old zinc lids from my grandma. I have spent the last couple nights washing the old dirt and grim from them using denture cleaner, baking soda, vinegar, and lemon juice.
My paintbrushes have new homes. It is a delight to see three small blue jars lined up, waiting, and ready to use. For the others I am making a mental list and then converting these jars into nice containers for a variety of things for each room. (For the linen closet I made one as my first aid jar.)
I am lover of glass so it is pretty exciting to bring 'old paths' into my living space. Some are kinda unique like the one that says 'Swayzee's improved mason'. Some have flaws (bubbles or scratches). Most have a number on the bottom. It is just plain fun to take in what my grandma's path was like and what she put in these amazing blue jars... and now they are little works of art for my place...
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