Simple Magic

Somehow in the past year, I managed to fall in love. It was completely unexpected and carried with it a touch of nostalgia for days past that I never even realized I had. It was simple, elemental, and I found myself drawn to it more and more. Yet, while I harbored this deep affection and opening longing, I hadn't really fully indulged my desire.

Until yesterday.  And it turned out even better than I'd expected.

You see, not only did I buy the mason jars I've been coveting, I found vintage blue "Perfect Mason" jars issued by Ball as part of a special edition "American Heritage" collection. They are gorgeous!

That's right . . . mason jars. I love 'em. They carry so many memories with them: my grandmother's homemade bread and butter pickles, painting, picnics, childhood days playing in the cellar, summertime, margaritas at Bubba's, and so very much more. Mason jars hold as much magic for me today as they did when they sat on my nightstand with lightning bugs flickering inside. I want to use them as drinking glasses, flower vases, candle holders, and in any other manner that I can imagine or find on Pinterest. The Waterford crystal sitting in my cabinet doesn't enchant me nearly as much as these simple glass jars.

Silly? Maybe. But I could use a little bit of magic in my life. Couldn't we all?!