Thrift Store Find: Vintage Souvenir Glasses

True confessions: I'm a thrift store addict. I love when I stumble on vintage treasures at a great bargain. Last week, my husband and I spotted a collection of souvenir glasses. We took all 24 of them for about 20 cents a piece.

Each glass has a unique restaurant or location printed on it and many of these places no longer exist. A few have great stories.

The state collection glasses are ones that I have seen before - but many of the others are new to me! I loved the little Cypress Gardens shot glass with female water-skiers.

This is one of three Florida Beer glasses, La Tropical Ale, that are from a defunct brewery in Tampa that imported beer from Cuba.

Russell's Silver Bar and Restaurant in Chicago was a mafia hangout in the 1950's. Oh, the stories these glasses could probably tell!

Comments

Anonymous said…

Right on, that was a good score! You and I have to go thrift store shopping one of these days.

December 14, 2012 at 7:51 AM

Jamie Janosz said…

Definitely! I'll have to check out the stores by you!

December 14, 2012 at 4:28 PM

Jane E said…

I have a set of CA tourist locations: Yosemite, Golden Gate Bridge, citrus groves, Big Sur, etc. Love vintage kitchen wares!!

January 15, 2013 at 7:24 PM

Jamie Janosz said…

Thanks for reading, Jane! Are you a California girl - or do you just love those spots?

January 15, 2013 at 8:32 PM

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