Bottles and a little Potter

bottle:

noun

1.

a portable container for holding liquids, characteristicallyhaving a neck and mouth and made of glass or plastic.

My sister lives in a super old house. Sometimes I like to peruse the attic in search of interesting and odd things. I little while back I found these old bottles! They look great on a shelf.

Last week I was wondering through AC Moore with a couple friends and I stumbled upon some miniature bottles that were 99cents a piece. Well, how is a girl with a slight obsession with nifty bottles supposed to resist that?!? 

So I bought them, and then there was the predicament that usually arises when I buy something. You know the one. 

"Now what do I do with this?"

Well, here's an idea.

Oh, by the way, I'm a huge Harry Potter fan. 

The picture doesn't give an accurate representation of their size. Each bottle is about 5 inches high. They are filled with mostly water, with a touch of food coloring and metallic gold paint (with the exception of the veritaserum - that one doesn't have any coloring). The paint is pretty much settled in the bottom of the bottle most of the time, but when you shake it up, it swirls around all magical-like. I plan on making a tiny little tray for them (eventually).

If ever I am in the area of AC Moore, I may just buy more. So many more that I have to buy (or make) a little glass cabinet to store all the "potions". Stink, now I'm making my dreaming face which normally ends up costing me money or a lot of time and effort. Or both.

Oh, hey there!

So here's the deal:

I had a blog a few years back but was terrible at keeping up with it. I felt like I needed to create something that was witty, entertaining, but didn't really go very deep. I think that's because I've seen a lot of "brain vomit" on other blogs. You know, the blogs that just throw everything out there, sans filter of any sort.

And sometimes, I just didn't feel entertaining. So I stopped.

BUT I'm baaaaaacck!

This time, however, I'm going to be try balance. Real to who I am without spilling every little secret or being over-introspective to the point where you just want to yell at me. Or get me a counselor. Or maybe both.

You are welcome to encourage me, judge me, laugh at or with me, or be completely apathetic towards me. My value does not come from what you think of me through this blog (which is good, since there are probably very few people that will actually read it).