jar of dreams

i found this amazing cookie jar [it's like...huge. this picture doesn't capture just how tall it is.] at a new thrifting spot this weekend. isn't she beautiful? i am obsessed with the typography, the wooden top, and the opening apparatus. 
there won't be baked goods filling this baby any time soon [the misery of living alone: you are the only one to blame when the entire jar is gone.], so i will just imagine it in a bright white kitchen with grimy little hands reaching in and grabbing an organic cookie. then running outside, slamming the screen door, and playing make-believe in some lush, green grass.
see why my thoughts get me into trouble? 
this idyllic dream life occupies my every waking moment. and fabulous cookie jar finds don't help the cause. le sigh.