Mom’s Red Glasses

My mom loves Christmas. Like, really, really loves Christmas. She’s one of those beautiful souls who starts the Christmas music in August, has every gift purchased by September, and the house completely decorated the day after Halloween. And the Hallmark movies? Don’t get me started. I love this woman more than life itself, but dear Lord, the Hallmark movies.

One of my favorite items on the Sharon Christmas list of joy and glam is her collection of vintage red glasses. IMG_7016She has collected them for as long as I can remember. On every special trip she takes with my dad or her girlfriends, she hunts down a local antique store, and looks for her treasure until she finds it, her unique memento. IMG_7015Beginning on Thanksgiving, and making appearances several times until and on Christmas Day, they adorn her table, sparkling red in the candlelight, prompting Mom’s sweet memories and stories to garnish whatever meal she’s lovingly made for us (usually tacos).

Now that I’m a bit older with a family of my own, my mom has gifted a few dozen of her glasses to me for use in my home. I grant you, I am a very sentimental person, and say this often, but this collection is one of my most cherished posessions. After we moved into our home, the kitchen was the first room we redesigned. The problem was, after our renovations, there was nowhere to display my red glasses. So, I came up with the best solution I could in the limited space we have. IMG_8031A somewhat-awkward-but-actually-kinda-works-if-you-squint shelf over the door into the kitchen. It is there mom’s red glasses live, and from there I pulled them down recently, and lovingly gave them a light dusting for their debut in my house. It was not for the largest of gatherings, just a few family members over for a pre-Thanksgiving feast. The table I set with a manzanita branch I cut from a tree on our property, pinecones and acorns my children collected, and of course, the red glasses.


Several years ago, in the early days of Pinterest, I saw a quote there that hit me like a lightning bolt. I think we all have those moments, when we read or hear something and BAM! It describes exactly how you feel, and you could have written or said it yourself. For me, it was this quote, by Stacy Risenmay: “If you wait until you have enough money to decorate and make your home your own, it will never happen. If you wait until you can afford to buy everything new you are missing the point. It is the old, the new, the made, the hand-me-down, the collected, the worn (but loved) things in your home that make it your own.”

Even if I had all the money in the world to spend on gorgeous, brand new stemware, my mom’s red glasses would still be the star of my holiday table.


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