jug

Another object that I've known all my life, and that's now taken up residence on my office window ledge.  Who knows what junk shop my parents found it in - or for all I know it had been in one family or the other.  Typically - typically for our family, that is - it has a handle that at one time was broken and mended (which has probably why it was a very affordable object in the first place).  But I always remember it as holding flowers from the garden - a couple of roses, almost certainly, and perhaps a stem or two of fuschia: its opening and lip made it very easy to make small arrangements in it.  It gives a decidedly Victorian cottage vibe to the autumnal leaves outside.