Tuesday, May 6, 2008

The Ashtrays


These were my Mom's ashtrays. They conveniently fit in the palm of her hand, as she went about her housework, leaving trails of smoke behind her. They teetered on the edge of the ironing board, while we watched "Edge of Night." They graced the formica counter top while the meatloaf baked, & the green beans boiled. They just KNOW things.

11 comments:

Krissy said...

haha! great post!

lola olivia said...

i think that's the prettiest thing anyone has ever said about ashtrays...:)

heidi said...

I guess I should add that Mom eventually did quit smoking. And she doesn't boil the green beans anymore :-)

Murray said...

Funny how ashtrays used to be really, really pretty. Glad your Mom quit smoking!

design for mankind. said...

OMG these are BEAUTIFUL!!!!!

Krissy said...

seriously, smoking used to be so glamorous. even the ashtrays were pretty.

ps- im glad it's not glamorous anymore!

Mrs.French said...

if ashtrays could talk...my dad's would have a whole boat-load to say.

Katrine K said...

They`re beautiful in their colour and shapes, -and so fun to know the story behind!

Paul Pincus said...

this is easily one of my favourite posts...of all time!!!

cheers.

heidi said...

Paul, I don't know you, but I can just tell that you are a sweetheart!

angie said...

These look like gemstones at first glance. Your description really paints an interesting picture of their lives. Great post!