Something stolen, something gained

It’s been nearly a week since I’ve posted and I’m sorry but I just haven’t felt like it. I’ve missed you though and I’m stopping in tonight to say hello.

Hello ~

It’s after 9 and I’m watching Modern Family which never fails to make me laugh. I’ve had a bit of a rough week and have been running around, getting things done and dealing with issues that come up in the regular course of life. Plus, the past several nights, I’ve been working on the picture boards that people will see at my husband’s brother’s funeral which will be held on Saturday. I hope I’ve done a decent job and that my sister-in-law likes them.

On a lighter note, I’ll tell you a tale of my new favorite beverage glasses. It’s really not all that exciting, but I’m telling it anyway.

 

On Christmas day, after dinner, it’s been my husband’s family tradition to play the Dirty Santa Game. This is a gift game that requires you to bring a wrapped gift that cost a set dollar amount (ours is $25). Each player draws a number from a hat, and the game begins. Number one goes first and opens a gift. Then number two has the option of choosing another gift or stealing the gift opened by number one. If number one has a gift stolen, they get to choose another. This goes on (with a few other rules) until all the gifts are opened. There is usually always someone who gets the gift they really wanted, and there’s often someone who’s left wondering why they play this damn game every year.

But we play because it’s fun! That’s why.

This year, on my turn, I opened the glass set that you see above. And as soon as I saw it, I begged my relatives not to steal this set of glasses because I really really liked them. They came from Fishs Eddy in NYC and were actually brought by my son, Matt. All through the game, my relatives abided by my wish and it wasn’t until the person with the final number stepped up to take his turn.

It was my brother-in-law, Bob, and he liked the glasses too. And he ignored my pleas and stole them away from me. I did end up taking home a very nice set of bath towels.

But I couldn’t get those pretty bird glasses off my mind.

 

Plus, it didn’t help that I was texting with my son later that night. He was staying at his Uncle Bob & Aunt Helen’s house and wrote me that his uncle had already taken the glasses out of the box, and washed them and was actually using them. In fact, my son was drinking from one at that very moment.

Gah! My glasses!

 

So, if Bob & Helen now had my glasses, are you wondering why they’re in my cabinet? Well, it’s because my son reminded me that he’d gotten them at Fishs Eddy in the city. And wasn’t I going to the city the very next day? And . . . according to their website . . . they were on sale.

So when I got to the city, and while we were waiting for our friend Janice to arrive on the train, Daryl and I took the subway down to the shop and spent some time browsing the cool stuff they have there. I loved it! And I believe they have a lot on sale right now, too. Even these cute little numbers . . .

 

Fishs Eddy sale

I think I’ll go pour something cold to drink in one of my new Oldham + Harper painted bird glasses. Until next time, my friends ~