Look at those cute, sparkly beads! And how I used the platform plaque facing down so everyone could see how fancy it is!
And, yes, children, that is a McCoy pot. It's at least fifty years old but I have no idea if it's valuable dollarwise. It has great sentimental value to me because my Grandma Esther gave it to me with a plant in it, I think when I was confirmed. My brown thumb promptly killed the plant but I have managed to hang onto the pot since I was fourteen. The hoya that it now contains is a cutting from a plant I have had since I was eighteen. You do the math. I have plants to water.
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