I can visualise exactly where this used to sit on a sideboard in my childhood home. My sister thinks it might have belonged to our grandmother but isn't sure. I bought this back home with me in November from mum and dad's. It's curious ... in that house (their home in their retirement) it never particularly had strong association for me. It was just there in the dining room. Now I have bought it into my house it suddenly seems to have been re-invested with my childhood memory of where it sat. When I look at it sat now on a table in my living room both it, and I seem to be looking at each other with a different eye. I'm not sure if it is bothered but I am also not sure if I am looking at it or if it is 'little' me looking at it. What with the memory and the distortion of the glass itself the whole things seems to have lost it's solidity and I'm not entirely sure where it, or I, am located in the world. We seem to be floating in a slightly odd molecular shape-shifting state.