Mustard Pod

"It's a pod of perfection!" gasped Barret when he saw this vintage cookie jar on our Fall tabletop for the first time.



Yes, indeed. A pod of perfection it is. Will and I found this in a back-woods, Bible-preaching antique store in Maryland on our way back from his parent's house. The preaching was well worth the score, although I had my doubts when I could barely pry my fiance` from the grips of this already-tipsy-at-noon older gentleman. Now every time we glance at our mustard pod, we'll remember that we once swore to be believers. God help us.