Ashtray seems to be too common a label for this heavy glass object. It was on display in the living rooms of Grandma Green’s homes. I used to love to touch its cool, smooth, shiny surface. It was probably used, but I don’t remember ever seeing ashes or cigarette butts in it. It now sits on a bookshelf in my home.
4 thoughts on “56/365 Grandma’s other ashtray (unbroken)”
It is beautiful. And now that I know you have an intact ashtray from your grandmother, I really think the broken one should go. (I know, I know, unsolicited advice!)