Chuck and I have been collecting our glass jars for about two weeks now. We have seven of varying sizes. My awesome bridesmaids have even started collecting them as well.
Last week my parents caught me on Skype and took the opportunity to show me the glass vases that my future MIL – who was also at my parents’ house – found for 60 cents a pop at AC Moore.
The sucky thing about video chatting is you can’t hide your emotions so my father took my, But-I-Was-Just-Going-to-Use-These-Free-Glass-Jars-look for a look of distaste.
“You don’t look, pleased,” he said.
“No, it’s not that,” I stammered. “We’ve just been collecting these jars [turns computer toward shelf with glass jars] and we were going to use these so I’m just a little surprised.”
The vases were really pretty and a great size so we will definitely plan on using them, but now I’m stuck with glass jars that I’m trying to find a use for.