G’day sweet bloggy friends. How about some foofing with flowers today? And lets add some blue mason jar decorating in with that. And I feel that a little beachy, nautical, coastal style decorating is still allowed.
Because you see, I am now the proud owner of blue mason jars!
Yes, dear, I have joined the crowd.
Now in your part of the world that might not be such a big thing, but over here in the little low land it is. I have had a yearning, a craving, a need, a must-have, a for crying out loud give me some!, wish for blue mason jars for ages now. They are nowhere to be found in these parts. I have seen them looking good all over blogland, probably on your blog too. And I wanted them, I wanted them bad. My life just didn’t feel complete if I didn’t get me some mason jars.
And now that deep void in my life has been filled. I traveled back from the States with quite a little collection of jars in my suitcase. Good thing that I had traveled over there with only a few outfits, so I had some room left to fill in my bag.
And now I have new blue mason jars (from that special heritage collection) to play with.
And some vintage mason jars to foof around with.
And even one very special big, huge mason jar that was a gift from sweet, lovely Gina. She heard me cry out for mason jars all over the internet and promised to bring me one to our meeting (I’ll tell you all about meeting Gina and other blog friends soon).
That big one is very special. Not only is it big and beautiful, it is a number 13 too. I didn’t even know these mason jars were numbered, but they are and apparently the number 13′s are very rare. These jars were used to make moonshine, and the moonshiners broke the number 13′s because they supposedly would bring bad luck. For a moonshine making man, bad luck probably meant being caught, and having to hand over the moonshine (love that word, can you tell).
This particular number 13 was dug up by Gina from her grandmothers barn. And that makes it oh so very special to me. Not only is it a beautiful blue mason jar, it is a special gift too. A constant reminder of meeting Gina and giving her a big hug after all of those years of blogging friendship. Doesn’t get any better than that.
And to know that it came from a barn! Oh, how I would love to be able to say that I found something in a barn. To have a barn, to be in a barn. To own a barn. I love barns. They are so romantic, and rustic and full of secrets and great finds. I think I love barns almost as much as …….
Okay, I digress. I was talking about my mason jars. And how much I love them. And about that sweet little Indian summer that we were having this week with tropical temps and all. And that that made me feel totally justified in doing one last beachy, nautical, coastal decoration.
Yeah, I was talking about that.
I think you are going to see a lot of these blue mason jars on the blog here. I apologize beforehand. But now that these beauties are mine, I am sure going to use them!
Do you have blue mason jars? Are you in love with them?
Yeah, me too.