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:
haha! great post!
i think that's the prettiest thing anyone has ever said about ashtrays...:)
I guess I should add that Mom eventually did quit smoking. And she doesn't boil the green beans anymore :-)
Funny how ashtrays used to be really, really pretty. Glad your Mom quit smoking!
OMG these are BEAUTIFUL!!!!!
seriously, smoking used to be so glamorous. even the ashtrays were pretty.
ps- im glad it's not glamorous anymore!
if ashtrays could talk...my dad's would have a whole boat-load to say.
They`re beautiful in their colour and shapes, -and so fun to know the story behind!
this is easily one of my favourite posts...of all time!!!
cheers.
Paul, I don't know you, but I can just tell that you are a sweetheart!
These look like gemstones at first glance. Your description really paints an interesting picture of their lives. Great post!
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