Yes, this post IS really happening. And no, I am not sorry about it.

On Tuesday I told you about my love for Matt. Today, I’m telling you about my love for mason jars. And since I don’t have a full lovey-dovey tale of when we first met or our first date, I need to show you a few examples of why our love affair began – and why it is still going strong. Yep, in order for you to better understand my obsession with these little glass jars of wonder (and by obsession I mean: the want for ten crates of them to be paraded all over our wedding reception; the need for our cupboards to be filled with jars instead of regular glasses; the current state of one jar per foot in our 750 sq. foot apartment; the reason our marriage may be prime for therapy some day, etc.) I’m filling your Friday with the mason jar dreams that constantly swirl around in my crazy “I want to live on a freakin’ farm!!” head.

Maybe then you’ll understand why we almost died last Saturday because I suddenly screamed “STOP! PULL OVER!” at the top of my lungs while whizzing through Arlington traffic, as I saw these two blue babies above in the window of an antique store. Matt still doesn’t understand nor will he forgive me for my momentary lack of judgement, so I’m hoping you’ll be on my side for this one.

Just try not to fall too hard in love, as antique blue mason jars are a bit hard to come by and I don’t need one more person to compete with at little old lady antique stores.

1) Mason jar chandelier. I need to be friends with an electrician!

2) Mason jar soap dispenser. Now THIS is a craft I can handle!

3) THE original inspiration for our mason-jar themed wedding! I brought this picture everywhere with me during wedding planning. Okay, I might STILL carry it in my wallet. Don’t judge.

4) Hanging votives. Again, another idea we implemented at our reception.

5) My dream cupboard. Matt’s nightmare. (Again, he doesn’t understand why mason jars need to fill up every corner of our apartment. I don’t understand why he doesn’t understand.)

6) My dream fridge. Again, Matt’s nightmare. Unless they were all filled with taco meat and hot sauce.

7) Orrrr we could fill them with craft materials!! Bahh someone build this for me please? Matt’s too busy eating tacos.

8) When we have kids (in like 20 years) they will have mason jars filled with crayons, markers and glitter.

9) And then when they’re done with craft time, I will give them mini peach pies in a little mason jar. I will be Mom of the Century.

10) *Sigh*…does life get more beautiful than blue mason jars and fluffy pink flowers in antique wire rack? No, no it does not.

Okay, now that I’ve posted a few of my mason jar fantasies (that just sounds wrong, but I’m going with it) here are a few photos of mason jar decor at our wedding!

Centerpieces/bouquet holders on the head table:

Centerpieces w/ burlap and chalkboard table numbers:

Hundreds of votives around the barn in all shapes and sizes:

And around old photos of our loved ones – look at my parents! – on their wedding day.

So many more, but I think I’ve already reached my quota for the day. I need to brush my teeth, kiss all of my mason jars goodbye and head to work!

Just kidding. But seriously.