My version of stained glass windows... antique bottles in the sun.
Hydrangea's in mama's antique hand blown vase.
Dazzle adorns the old quilt I got at a yard sale for a song... just the thing to hide the shabby sofa, and it smells like sunshine and fresh air.
Again with the glass on glass. Sometimes I fill all the bottles with wild flowers; simple riches.
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My introduction to glass in a window was at my cousin's house. Her mother had a collection of bottles displayed on the sash of the dining room (south facing) windows. Most were clear, but some were blue, and the one I remember best was a blue bottle shaped like a violin. (Or perhaps a cello. No scale.)
She had a corresponding collection of milk glass on the other side of the room. I never liked milk glass; many of my relatives were obsessed with it.
Mary Anne in Kentucky
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