Hi. My name is TK and I’m addicted to blue depression glass. Heck I’m addicted to glass period. I can’t stop collecting it. My grandmother first introduced me to depression glass. She has quite the collection of pink depression glass. When I got older she fueled my addiction by buying me depression glass for birthday’s and Christmas.
For years my Grandmother has been telling me about a glass depression show that they hold locally. Vendors of the beautiful glass come for all over the United States to hawk their wares. I have always desperately yearned to go to this Mecca of glass. This year the fates smiled on me and I finally got to see it with my own peepers.
There simply aren’t enough superlatives in the world to describe my emotions at this point. Picture it from my point of view. It’s your very favorite thing. And they’ve crammed a warehouse full of it!! You can see it and touch it. You can even dig out your credit cards and purchase it. (Depression glass is NOT a cheap habit.) It’s there in every shade and shape and design. Singing and dancing the aisles would be appropriate if there wasn’t so much glass everywhere. And believe you me, glass shows is where “You Break It, You Bought It” originated from.
And this blue beauty is what I took home. It only cost me $38.00 and it completes a set of four. Yes I did pay that amount for one glass. But there was another vendor selling the same glass for $78.00 a piece. See? See? It was a good deal. At least that’s how I justify it.
Now I wouldn’t say I was the youngest addict of glass slobbering over the wares. But I was definetely among a minority. My love of glass is strange and will probably earn me an episode on Hoarders in the future. But for now I look forward to the next Antique Glass Show with impunity.
P.S. Any fellow addicts? Ready to out yourselves? Want to go to a show with me and watch the antics live?