I’ve always loved old things. These old glasses give me joy whenever I use them and no matter what they hold. Last night John and I closed out the weekend with Manhattans from cherry-pit infused bourbon. It’s so satisfying to find delicious uses for something that would otherwise be wasted.
The trick is to distinguish between old-but-worth-saving and time-to-throw-it-out. My most recent stack of library books includes “The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning, and today I hope to be inspired by it to clear some clutter.
I don’t think I’ll be clearing any old cocktail glasses, though.
Swedish art of death cleaning? I’m interested.