The 6th of my 100 Little Things...
The art glass bird was a birthday gift when I was 8 or 9. Soon after the giving, it was dropped and more than half of the once long and tapered tail broke off. Notice how I won't take responsibility, nor place blame, for the dropping; truth is, I don't remember and it doesn't matter. On the way home from picking it up after having the tail ground down to a smooth stub, while being passed around the back of the station wagon (at a time when no one took a seat belt seriously) and undergoing a thorough examination by the entire entourage, the bird was dropped again and this time the beak was chipped. As with the original infraction, I can't tell you who did it.
I always loved the colors of this bird.
I found a similar one at the antique mall on Friday afternoon -- where I spent an idle couple of hours while my car was diagnosed and the fix made. Its tail was intact, but the beak was chipped.
I'm sure my mother intended to start a collection, to ignite in me a passion for the Art Glass Bird. I think she always wanted us -- especially the girls -- to have collections of fine and fragile things. Still does. The fragile never lasted very long, though, and once broken or chipped or repaired, I suppose there didn't seem much of a point in adding to and fluffing up the collection. As an adult, I have a lot of collections, but not much of it is really fine and fragile. Well, sure, there's lots of fragile -- depression glass and stoneware, mostly, and a little china -- but almost all of it is practical and "everyday" and I have no qualms about using any of it -- and if it breaks, it's just more fodder for the mosaic stash.