Daily Quandary: Stains

I'm usually pretty good about going through life and figuring things out on my own. Occasionally though, I come across something that leaves me absolutely stumped.

Okay, we're taught from childhood not to get dirty. Stains are not only bad, but the worst case of dirty. Tough to clean and something to be avoided.

Throughout our lives we run the gamut from childhood grass stains on our knees to coffee and tea stains as adults. I believed until now that blueberry stains were the worst.

It's a rule. Stains are bad.

Stained Glass Art by Donald Ross MacIvor

My father (rest his soul) was a very frugal man and hated to throw anything away. It's in the blood. Obviously he found this stained glass someone had discarded, tried to get the stains out and after that, tried to make something useful out of it.

He was like that. He tried to find a use for everything. Rugs from bits of cloth. A chess board from scraps of wood. Maple leaves and lampshades from stained glass.

I've sort of grown fond of these pieces I have from him. Even though they're stained, I wouldn't part with them for the world...

:o)