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19 September 2005 @ 09:24 am
And how is it girl
that you have lived so long
with no place for your tears?


I love the gesture of tearbottles. But then, I suspect I that at least one of my incarnations included a stint in the Victorian Era as I am also quite mad for funeral customs, the language of fans, long gloves and calling cards. With regards to lachrymatories though, I'm fairly sure that it started when I was sixteenish and having broken up with my Very First Love (sigh). He wanted me to keep my tears for him. Of course, I was more intrigued with the very thought of keeping ones tears.

I'll admit that I really didn't have any to shed (in those days I lasted about five minutes between paramours). I won't admit that instead I filled a teeny tiny bottle with salt water and gave that to him instead.

Since then, I've managed to collect and make more than a few. They're lovely and unique as gifts for friends - even the pickiest woman manages to be at least intrigued by the idea, and it's almost guaranteed she won't already have one.

Note that when acquiring a tear bottle, you don't really need anything altogether fancy - but a few rules of importance are in order. Firstly, the mouth of the thing should at least be wide enough that you aren't distracting yourself in the middle of your grief. In fact, one of the surest ways to end a good crying spell is to try to weep into a bottle whose opening is smaller than your tears. As well, it should be somewhere around the size of a tiny perfume bottle (the little designer versions you see make great tear bottles when emptied - just add glittery bits and ribbons). Any bigger and the tears will evaporate along the sides of the bottle leaving only ghost trails of your despair.

Seals are also important. The best ones have a plastic lip that fits tightly within the bottle. Definitely you will not want a little cork stopper, else your drops will dehydrate into a residue of shimmering tear crystals.

Not that I'd personally know.



I take offense to the conclusions of her flawed theology, but a nice history of the thing.



Lovely, and a poem.



Where to buy.

carmelonia on September 20th, 2005 01:06 am (UTC)
It's not a stoic thing with me. I am often an effusive and sometimes reactive emotion being, but I rarely literally weep. It would take the rest of my life to fill one of those bottles even a centimeter I fear. However, I really like the idea. The melancholy romance of it. So maybe I will purchase one of those bottles and there will eventually be one genuine tear within, but it will be diluted by fiji water and sea salt.