We had our windows washed today an I had to take all my 'stuff' off of the window sills so the window washer could get to the windows. And I realized I have every available window sill lined with colored glass. Mostly slender vases that will fit nicely on the narrow sill.
I take this time while they are down to wash each one. As I'm washing and running soapy warm water over each piece I'm looking at deep blues, velvety greens, vibrant reds, perky pinks and bright yellows. Some tall, some wavy, some bumpy. Each piece I have collected over the years because of its vibrant solid color. No patterns allowed. No two tones. I'm wondering, yet again, why I have surrounded myself with all this beautiful glassware. I have no link, no clue.
If you hit rock bottom, start picking up rocks.
You know nothing, Jon Snow.
Ygritte from Game of Thrones.