I happen to be on a small sojourn from the cool, calm, and collected Pacific Northwest to the (very) hot and not-too-bothered Central Valley of California. Upon disembarking my wee plane (into the ninety degree heat, I might continue to add), a large vehicle (with plenty of room for transporting things...such as Pyrex) was waiting for me, complete with familial chauffeur ready to hunt and gather vintage milk glass of a particular persuasion.
What we found was...well, you just have to see it:
And it continued throughout the day. As the heat rose, these two wilty hunters couldn't tell if they were feeling faint due to the excessive heat or the overwhelming displays of Pyrex they encountered...
All of this bounty was not lost on these weary and searching souls. Oh no, for our brains were suddenly clear and our hands were able to reach for shiny objects.
Cradles and fridgies and baking pans and pixies!
Perfectly pristine and packaged Pyrex!
We think we may have found Pyrex Heaven...but it's hard to say...as Miss Scarlet would say, tomorrow IS another day...
