Back in the seventies, Mom and Grandma tole painted on all sorts of things. Milk cans, old saw blades, crocks, pieces of weathered wood, those pieces of shelf-shaped fungus that grow on trees...
And this chamber pot.
This had a plant in it and sat in a high bathroom window through my entire childhood. It's been banished to a bathroom cupboard at Mom's new house now, and sooner or later it's going to make it to my place. Where it will live in the sewing room so that I don't have to explain it to my husband.
Mom, who painted it in the first place, has decided that it's too icky to keep. I'm thinking it's not any worse than the old cloth diapers we all reused as dust rags.
Would you keep it at your house?
This post is linked to Vintage Bliss and Thrifter Share.