Beach glass holds a particular fascination for me, and I’ve blogged about it before. It’s not just the thought of collecting something that costs next to nothing, I have to confess that I paid money for the latest addition to the glass jars, it is one I found in a gift shop earlier in the year. It is French glass, though I’m not sure how old it is.
There is also something incredibly relaxing to wander along a beach looking for the hidden treasures in the sand or shingle. Certain types of beach yield more spoil than others, but each gives its own sense of discovery. It pleases me to collect something that others may think of as rubbish, as you can see from the photo below I tend to take it easy nowadays. The prospect of searching out a new beach or going to a favourite collecting haunt brings out the child in me, and we all need that, it’s like having a holiday from being a grown-up.
A holiday from being grown up sounds like a very good idea. We should all have one periodically.
I love thinking about the history -what the glass was part of and where it came from.
Must look for another jar worthy of your collection when back in shop later this week.
I love the idea of a holiday from being grown up. And your jars are beautiful – what a wonderful idea!
I like both photos, nice one (er, two 🙂
When I walk (beach, forest, anywhere) I am inclined to pickup and carry home all sorts of little things …. stones, shells, bits of glass, occasionally metal pieces, bottle caps, etc. Some of it is tossed away when I get home after I look at it and see what it is, but others are saved for that perfect place on a shelf, in a bowl or a jar. Interesting and fun.