Confessions of a Pyrex Addict

In my first self-discovery exercise of 2009, I'm admitting to the public that I have a secret addiction to vintage Pyrex. I haven't told a single soul until now. I hope you'll keep my secret safe.

I have a piece of Pyrex from my Mom and I never use it - I keep it safely hidden back in the depths of my kitchen cabinet. You know the one... the one that has the serving dishes you really only use once a year?

It's a serving dish and it's pink and matches nothing and it's perfect and I love it for the huge amount of sentimental value it holds in it's two little divided sections.

Here are some more items that I am secretly envying and drooling over this morning.




So, my question to you .. if you only have one piece of vintage Pyrex but secretly lust over every piece you see, does that really make you an addict or are you an enthusiast?

Thanks for letting me get this off my chest. I feel so much better now that you know.

Hugs,
Layla