Some of this summer's yard-sale treasures have ended up on my bedside table. The latest addition is something I've been looking for since I started going to yard sales - the carafe on the right. Know what it's called?
It's a tumble-up. About 99 percent of the reason I wanted one is because I love that name. Tumble-up. It ranks right up there with Swanky Swigs in my book. At any rate, a tumble-up is a carafe with a glass that fits over its top upside down - it's a glass and a lid all in one. They come in lots of different colors and styles. I've seen them occasionally at auctions but I've always been outbid. Friday was the first I'd ever seen one at a yard sale, and for $1, I didn't have to think twice. Oddly enough, I saw the same one the next day at an antique store. It was $49. I'm pretty happy the reverse didn't happen. If I'd have bought one for $49 and seen the same one the next day for $1, I don't think I would love it as much.
The other reason I wanted a tumble-up is because it seems so civilized to have a little carafe of water at my bedside. It's the kind of thing a woman who wears bed jackets and spends the morning in her room catching up on correspondence would have. I don't think there's much chance I'll become her. Or, really, that I'd want to. Having a drink of water whenever I'd like is enough to make me happy.