I'm chilling today on my po'ch (p-o-r-c-h for those not in the 'hood), recovering from whatever that was yesterday, admiring one of the oddest spaces in my house. It's got boarded up windows (the missing windows were moved into the office), weird carpet, and peeling...everything, but I love it. It's rustic, like a north woods retreat or...
Anyhow, I recently moved my beloved IKEA table out into the po'ch and made a ghetto breakfast nook, which doubles as a fort/hotel/castle for the small ones. I made a little tableau of all my blue stuff- including some of the jars that my in-laws brought me.
Out of curiousity, I did a little Googling to see how old some of these pretty things are.
They are OLD.
The oldest one seems to be from 1896 or so. What?! Since Ball stopped making the signature blue color (why would stop making them?) in 1937, obviously any blue jars are from before then. Neat.
Tomorrow, dance rant extraordinaire. Exciting!
One year ago: Jif- my favorite "fast-action" recipe
