Sometimes you find things at yardsales that seem to be meant for you. I bet a bunch of folks passed these pretties by. I practically dove on them.
My grandma kept these in the pie safe and we drank out of them all the time as kids. These aren't those of course, but I like to think that some other sweet old lady held onto these for years and years. I bet they were stacked in the back of her pantry and never used.
These plastic treasures used to come inside of oatmeal. Gosh, why don't they do that sort of thing anymore?