I was lucky enough to get my Grandmother's pyrex when they had to put her in assisted living.
She has to be one of the most awesome people ever.
You can read her "paint the town red" story over at treasures my husband hates.
Some of it I had to leave back at my mother's house. I did however get these home with me.
|Sandalwood 471 & 473. Barbed Wire divided dish|
I don't mind they are chipped and faded a little. Reminds me of the food that was cooked in them. Sometimes the Pyrex that is valued the most is the stuff closet to our hearts.