Let me tell you about the most unexpected object I’ve fallen in love with:
A glass fire extinguisher.
Yes — you read that right.
Not a painting.
Not a vintage lamp.
Not even a rare book.
A fire extinguisher.
But not the big red canister you see in hallways.
No — this one is elegant, artistic, and looks like it belongs in a 1920s speakeasy or a Wes Anderson film.
Clear glass.
Polished brass.
Ornate labels with Art Deco fonts.
And a liquid inside that shimmers like old-world elixir.
I found mine at an estate sale, tucked between dusty encyclopedias and a rotary phone.
It was love at first sight.
And once I learned its story?
I was fully obsessed.
