I want to tell you about my Ball/Mason Jars.
Last week I said to my husband “please keep a lookout for a jar this size” because that is the kind of exciting conversation you have after being together 32 years.
I own one jar this size and keep finding it already full when I want to use it. The problem for me is that I could only find them in six packs and I just don’t need six of these big jars taking up my limited storage space.
That afternoon we went to Meijer and as I passed a corner display marked clearance there were two of these exact jars sitting there.
Now my other jar is a longer story.
It is a lovely little purple mason jar of the perfect size for almost everything. I owned six of them. I cannot find all six so I suspect that some have met with an untimely end. That’s okay, I loved them while I had them.
These little purple jars are special because they were a gift out of the blue (purple?) from my dear friend Mary Beth.
Currently residing in this particular purple jar are soap ends. The soap ends were purchased at a farmers market in Missoula Montana.
I love the little soap ends because I have no idea what fragrance they are until I start using them.
They are all different sizes and smells and each one will last a week or two.
So, every week or two I will be able to grab this jar and be reminded of the thoughtfulness of a friend and then I will open the jar and be met with a wonderful smell of clean soap and lovely fragrances and be reminded of my trip to Montana!
I have another big long train of thought going about the ongoing confirmation fiasco but I will sum it up and you can just flesh it out as you will.
- I do not want a supreme court judge who reminds me in looks and mannerisms of the Manager of Cloud Nine
- When are we going to start treating our young girls and young boys the same so they can grow up on equal footing?
- How can we expect women to feel empowered to talk about sexual predators immediately and loudly when we still judge them based on their sexual habits? When was the last time you heard a teenage boy being told he looked like a slut?
- We taught women for hundreds of years that they shouldn’t want sex and created an environment that never allowed them to be comfortable saying YES! I want SEX! Which then taught all of the boys and husbands that this is what “good girls” said even when they didn’t mean it.
- We must stop sexualizing everything. We are sending the wrong message to everyone.