moving, coca cola and milkshakes

The nice thing about unpacking (and about the only nice thing) is coming across the little gems of your life that you had kind of put out of your mind.  Gems like these guys.

 

When I was a little girl my grandma would make all us grand kids vanilla milkshakes in her blender.  Truth be told, they were pretty bad.  Always made from freezer burned ice cream, that had been on sale who knows how long ago at the Piggly Wiggly.

It didn't matter.

What mattered was: my Mom didn't make milkshakes at home (so it was awesome), they were full of sugar and oh so sweet, and so was my grandma.

She always (ALWAYS!) served them to us in these coca cola glasses like it was her finest china.  Shortly before her death 9 years ago we all got a set.

I was so tickled to come across them today while unpacking.  They promptly found a home on the top of my glasses cabinet never really to be used- far too sacred to be used.  I think this does indeed make them the finest of china.