I bought these great tea glasses at a local art show a few years ago. Each glass has the name of a different poison etched into the glass. Curare, belladona, strychnine... So if you ever come for a visit and I offer you a drink, you can "name your poison". Ha! Ahem. So my sense of humor is a little morbid. Hey, at least I have one!
Although they are very sturdy glasses, my family has made an art form out of breaking things. Sigh. Three of the six glasses have since bit the dust. Two were dropped and broken into pieces. One, however, simply had the rim chipped. Someone would have cut their lip trying to use it, but I couldn't bear to throw it away, maybe there was a way to sand down the sharp edge or something. It's been sitting on top of the microwave for a couple months, useless but given a reprieve from the trash can out of sheer stubbornness on my part to accept another loss.
And then one day I noticed which poison it was on the glass and I had a "lightbulb moment." Here is the result.
I'll use it for a pencil holder on my desk, or maybe I'll fill it with chopsticks and leave it on the counter in the kitchen. I think I'm hysterically clever. And yes, it's really antique lace.
(Pssst! If you don't understand what's so funny, go here.)