✴ chilled

Just when you think it's time to paint your toenails, don your flip flops and sup a lovely chilled glass of rosé, the weather turns nasty. Bbbrrrr....woolly socks on , rainy day indoors (it's bank holiday weekend, what did we expect?) and instead I'm reaching for a warming glass of red!

I picked up these two lovelies at my usual charity shop around the corner, one of two that I frequently haunt, to the point that I should be given a loyalty card...

I'm sure these glasses have been on the shelf waving at me for some time but I've ignored their dusty loveliness until the other day. Maybe there was nothing else of any interest there that helped me zone in on these two small crystal goblets. I have an inkling that they are crystal for several reasons; they are reasonably heavy for their small size, there is no mold mark, for instance where two halves of glass have been joined and most importantly, there is a beautiful melodic ding (which is a different pitch on each glass) when tapped. I'm usually a bit wary of anything that hasn't got a price on it (yes, even in a charity shop!) but these were a 'bargain basement' 25p each!!! Joy!

Bottoms up!

More fleamarket loveliness at Sophie's...