Before I threw out my back and suffered a different sort of lost weekend, I was cleaning cupboards. I managed to do a big pantry cupboard where we store cookbooks, most baking supplies and spices, and some of the more utilitarian pieces of my Depression Glass collection. There were some requests for more. You might also want to check out my post D is for... Depression glass from ABC-Along 2006.
I am a collector, there's no two ways about that. Most of my "collections" have to do with "Women's Work." It's funny, I'm vaguely reminded right now of a high school assignment -- I picture myself in the English Dept., so let's say it was for English, though I don't remember exactly, could have been Social Studies -- for which I was researching "Women In Russia." It was in the early- to mid-'70s, so my work was no doubt completed right quick because there wasn't much timely information forthcoming about Russia in those days, period, never mind about women!
Anyway, I collect depression glass because, for me, they represent a connection to the maternal. My grandmothers were both young wives and mothers during The Great Depression. They welcomed and used these additions to their kitchens, even if they didn't love them as I do.
I can still picture the "depression glass booth" at my favorite, now-long-gone antique mall. I am certain that I bought the Federal tri-spout measure there -- the tall one without a handle. The best reason I can come up with for three spouts is that there would be no different whether it was used left- or right-handed, poured straight out or poured out the side. I am right-handed, but if I'm stirring liquid into something, I'm definitely pouring left-handed. That's my story theory.
The biggest news all weekend: NO SNOW!!!
I didn't get any additional blue squares knit, but I did clean up and rework the ones that needed attention. We'll see what this evening brings. Intending to make a P.O. run on Wednesday. It'll be nice enough to walk. Maybe even with just a sweater on!