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  • Thank you, San, for this reminder of one of my passions...

    I fell in love with glass when my Grandma gave me her most prized possession - a small wine glass which belonged to her mother. It was the only thing she owned from her mother - but that's another story. Involving polyandry. I'll tell you another time...

    Anyway, I started spotting old glasses in junk shops, charity shops, car boot sales. They sat there like mad old aristocrats in a lunatic asylum, saying to me, almost audibly, "look at us! We're different! We're not like these common or garden mass produced glasses! We were made by craftsmen. Look at our etching, our moulding, our turning! Look at my knop, for God's sake!"

    It turned into a rescue operation. I had to save these things from indifference. I bought drinking glasses, decanters, pitchers, jugs, jelly glasses, bowls.

    I love modern glass too, now. I've become completely obsessed by glass...

    p.s. I hesitated between obsessed with and obsessed by. Went with my gut feeling. Then I (grammar obsessively) checked and found this:
    obsessed by -- controlled or almost possessed by someone/something
    obsessed with -- preoccupied with or showing excessive enthusiasm for something/someone

    I think my gut was right.
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