My jerkface of a cat, Ozzy, knocked over and broke my favourite glass yesterday. A souvenir glass of Chicago! Comparing the height of the Sears Tower (tallest building in the world!) to other buildings. Bought at the Salvation Army thrift store in Vancouver (the one on 41st and Maple) a few years ago—I am a sucker for souvenir items from the places they ended up, rather than the places they’re from, and spending a dollar on a thing rather than $12 at the flea. It’s really disappointing to have this thing be broken, because it’s totally un-replaceable.
I am using this blog to memorialize fallen dishware?
