Day Five of the "Where in the world IS everything?" project in the attic, and I've found the deco cobalt vase I was looking for. I don't know the history of this piece, it's one that I bought from a dealer 25 years ago, as opposed to being a family piece. I was drawn by the color, and the design. I love the vertical ribs all the way around the vase, and the chromed aluminum coil at the bottom. The piece is nine inches across, and I have an antique clear glass "frog" that fits perfectly in the bottom with a dozen holes in it to hold flower stems.
I'm not sure if that's the correct term for the device used in flower arranging, but it's what my grandmother called them. I have several of them in different sizes, with various numbers of holes in them. I also have the more modern wire type, but I prefer the glass ones. It felt really good when I FINALLY got to the bottom of yet another carton of tightly wrapped antique glasses and figurines and realized my long-lost vase was there.
Pollution: It's a Crying Shame
In the background on the right side, is an original anti-pollution poster from 1970, the Native American with a tear in his eye, Iron Eyes Cody. To read his 1999 obituary which ran in the LA Times, click here. It's a very good read. My Dad had that poster hanging by his workbench from 1970 until he died in 1986, always reminding people to take care of this world and recycle and not to waste precious resources.
Well, except for big and powerful gas-hungry cars like the Cadillac, the GTO, the Thunderbird, the LTD Brougham, the Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser, lol... The man loved cars, what can I say! : )
