When I was a very little girl, I remember going to my Mema's when she lived off of Montrose in downtown Houston. She had a glassed in front porch, probably a three season porch, that was mostly filled with one very long table and it was full of all kinds of plants in pots. Most of them were African Violets. It's a good memory, we were allowed to take home cuttings in a styrofoam coffee cup cut in half if we were really good on our visit. I killed every one of them lol, but I tried. So from that memory, I gathered all of my obsessivly collected glass cloches in one spot, a long table in my sun room. I like it, it's a good memory, but...what the hell am I doing with all this stuff and clutter.....arg.