My mother is a crystal fanatic, and I recently had the sudden realization that she's passed the obsession down to me without any warning or apologies. Thanks Mom. Years of listening to her comment on the colors shining as the sunlight filters through whatever specific piece in the house has worn me down, and I get it now. I do. It's gorgeous.
I'll admit that I didn't buy either of the piece pictured above. They were both my mother's doing, and they've somehow gone from being borrowed to owned. A little while ago I made an offhanded comment about buying my own crystal candlesticks sometime, and with a puzzled expression, my mother replied "But you have your own." This was news to me. Of course, I also grew up under the impression that the antique dresser I used as a teenager was mine, only to learn as an adult that a certain someone changed her mind. Moms. I never know what's really going on.
I've still got the candlesticks anyway, and now I'll find myself browsing antique shops for pieces for myself as well, instead of just my mother. I've turned into my mother. Oh.
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