While visiting my parents for Thanksgiving this past weekend, I took a little trip in the basement with Mom to see if there were any thrifty goods that I had not yet carried away to my house. It's pretty picked over, but Mom and I came up with this collection of vintage ashtrays.
Neither one of my parents smoked when I was growing up, but my mom explains, "You had to have an ashtray to offer to your guests!" Boy how things have changed. I hardly even know anybody who smokes. And many people who do smoke must do so in the garage or on the porch. Not something you want to do in Ontario in winter, in my opinion.
