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Matching Stemware is SO before I had a family.

We drink from jars.

Not because I'm ultra-farmhouse-y in my stemware.

Not because I'm trying out shabby-chic drinking systems.

But because every single blasted time someone takes a glass out of the cabinet they break it.

For real.

And if they don't break it then, well, Big V will break it when it's his turn to do the dishes.

(Don't think I'm foolish; I know he does it on purpose... break the glass so that way he doesn't have to wash it. I know what he's up to.)

I'm down to two actual, real glasses. From a used-to-be set.

So now I just buy food products in jars.

And we drink out of used canning jars, jelly jars, pickle jars, fruit jars... you name it! If it's a jar we'll drink from it.

It's all about recycling.

And finding a way not to get totally ticked off that these cave people I live with break all my freaking glasses.

On a totally seperate note: I have something FUN planned for you... it's called a giveaway! Stay tuned for more details...


Tina, said…
Let me guess, you are going to give away your last two glasses.
Becca said…
Smart. We use those plastic giveaway cups from the barbeque restaurant. At least glass jars could be construed as a style choice.
Johi said…
Love it! And Bahaha @ Tina!
Mimi said…
I think you may be living at my house... Boys must use plastic cups because they break them too often! And Hubs breaks wine glasses every dang time. I'm about to switch to drinking my wine out of coffee cups and pint glasses!
Brenna said…
When we moved into our house with a ceramic or iron or whatever wasn't metal anymore sink, I smashed THREE motherbleeping French presses (file under: First World Problems) and two glasses from the set we got at our wedding. Now all my 'fancy' glasses are assorted pints with beer logos on them.
FabBecky said…
Again we are living the same life! I have all those glass on my counter to be used for storage (I melt plastic containers all-the-time) and drinking. Of course I do actually live on a farm in a farmhouse...

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