I am very lucky to have a partner who doesn’t seem to mind that our home is overrun with glass of all shapes, sizes, colours and purpose.  He indulges me in my thrift and antique shop forays and waits patiently (hmmmm….well some of the time) in the car when I wander in a store.

In fact he occasionally comes home, from places unknown, with glass for my consideration.  In fact, so it was with these stems (three).  He picked them up in some thrift shop.  They are small – sherries, port, cordial – or something like that – but they are very pretty.

I haven’t identified them yet.  Actually I haven’t looked too hard.  They’ve been stuck at the back of a storage unit.

But…what a guy.