I was hunting! I was hunting in my favorite hunting ground: Flea market. The church organized a bazaar to raise some money. I’m glad, I met one of the organizers. We don’t see each other very often, but we never lost contact in 27 years since our children played together. She invited me and so I went for a nice chat, coffee, cake and "junk". Now I'm a proud owner of nine glasses for liquor from the 1940th and 1960th, five collectible porcelain sets (more than 70 different sets in my office are not enough ...) from the 1950 and 1960 . I paid a fair price for them. Next time, I have to help them before the opening, because they would have sold the collectibles and rare objects way too cheap.
This small green beauties are a present for Victoria, who has her own eccentric collection of colorful glasses from the 1930-1950th.
I photographed them in natural light. Of course I cleaned the glasses, and the surface of the box, but the window was open. Pollen and dust were dancing in the sunlight. In minutes it looked like I wouldn't have cleaned the box in years.