Still a Vase

I bought the tall pink and grey vase at the annual fete held in about 1989 at our girls’ primary school, just down the street from our home. Made by the grandfather of two girls that were classmates of two of our daughters, the vase has fallen over breaking off shards of the mouth at least a few times, but I love the vase and its connection to our daughters so I have reglued it in the hope that it will stay with me for a long time yet.