If you aren't familiar with my army of jars, click here for the back story.
The last jar.....was empty. I feel kind of verklempt, do y'all? In fact, there were multiple jars left, but they were all empty. I tried to pick them randomly, but maybe I should have saved a 'good one' for the end.
I'm sure there's something profound in here about the last jar being empty, but I'm not seeing it yet. Maybe it's good to enjoy things as you go and not have preconceived expectations? Maybe life is best lived fully in the moment, not hoarding the good stuff for a rainy day?
I just wanted something spectacular in the last jar---maybe I'm not feeling philosophical enough today.
I can't believe I'm done sorting through these crazy jars. I'm going to miss cracking open a new lid every Wednesday.
It seems like a long time ago (September 2010 to be precise) that I started this project.
It was our anniversary and Adam and I took a Texas back country road trip. We were driving down a country road and saw this sign.
I still remember how my breath caught when I saw this barn room full of old pickles jars. They each seemed like they could hold a whole world of secret treasures. Adam kind of shuddered and went to wash his hands.
The nice old guy having the sale was retiring and moving. I think he was tired of messing with the barn sale and told me I could have all the jars I wanted for $5.00. Five DOLLARS! I made my poor husband fill up the back of my Explorer with them. Violet was barely walking and stared with wide-eyed confusion at the jars stacking up around her.
People have asked what I'm going to do with the jars. Lots of the contents were trash-worthy, but many have been sorted into collections. Several people have asked for the things in them, and I've happily shared them.
As for the jars, I'm washing them all and using them to organize stuff for the studio. It will be a while before everything is done, since the studio is still under construction. However, I will be photographing them when they are in their final home.
You've been good to me, Jars. I'll miss you!
The last jar? I feel inexplicably sad, but I look forward to seeing them put to use in your studio.
Posted by: Maria | February 16, 2012 at 09:14 AM