Vintage Pyrex Dishes

Ever since my grandmother fell seriously ill a month or so ago, I have developed this very odd obsession with vintage dinnerware. Mostly vintage Pyrex dishes. And now that I’ve searched high and low for it, I am finding that apparently it is the thing right now and people are making a fortune off of the stuff on E*bay. I can’t believe people are selling this off for so much money! Keep it!! This stuff isn’t going to be replicated, and even if it was it isn’t the original. Crazy people!

So it all started when my grandma was in the hospital. See, she has liver cancer and is not doing well. The chemo really kicked her hiney and she ended up in the hospital, almost dying of starvation. She looked awful and I really had lost most hope for her. I wasn’t sure if she would make it or not. There was one particular moment that I remember. We walked into her house to stay the night after we had just spend the whole day at the hospital with her and as soon as I stepped into the front door, the smell took over me. I couldn’t help but break down in tears.

I have soooo many memories of my childhood at their house. The smell has always been the same, for the last 25 years. Later on that night and the next day we were eating some pie and as I was looking through her cabinets to find a bowl, I saw all of these old bowls. So I started searching on the Internet for these patterns to see what they were when I realized they were vintage Pyrex bowls. I really hope that some day I can own at least one of her bowls. I’ll take the best care of it and I wont ever try to make a buck off of it on the Internet or anywhere else.

Soo… That is my new obsession. I won an auction tonight for some really nice vintage Pyrex bowls and a butter dish. I’ve always wanted to have a butter dish! And this auction was obviously put on by a seller who isn’t trying to make a boat load of cash off of the stuff because I appear to have gotten a very good deal on the stuff. I’m really excited and I can’t wait to get the dishes.

I think all in all, my new obsession with this stuff, is just because I feel like I want to decorate my house in my Grandma. I know that sounds like a strange statement but it makes sense in my head. I feel like I want all of the old orange 1970s lamps in my living room and I want her afghans draped over my couch. I want her little trinkets that are all over her shelves. No, she hasn’t passed away and she is still with us. But I’ve come to accept that she wont be with us forever and unfortunately, probably not much longer. We grew distant when I got older because I stopped going to visit as often. But she built so many wonderful childhood memories for me and that really matters to me.