A Penchant For Glass

I've always loved glass. From the humble to the exquisitely blown, there is something fluid and transporting about the way it reflects light and appears liquid in form. And of course it does start out as an opaque liquid before being cast, blown, cut or pressed. Glass was first manufactured in Mesopotamia, Syria and Phoenecia over 3,500 years ago. Mexican cobalt glass is a favourite. The deep blue reminds me of water and here, where it is so high and dry, water is a precious commodity. A Venetian glass vase that belonged to my grandmother, holds peacock feathers in my bedroom and I have a small Bohemian glass bowl that curls in on itself gently, like a wave lapping at the shore. A sweet blown perfume decanter (also Bohemian) sits on a shelf beside a bowl of shells, its opaque swirls allow light to pass through only here and there. Those are quite special but no less do I love the common mason jars, holding salts and botanicals in my bathroom.