So did Mulberry, Georgia, one jar at a time.
Cornelia set down her tart plate, wiped her hands on her linen apron (which had once been a tablecloth), and said, “Bitty, you know what my mama used to say? ‘Charm isn’t about what’s in your purse. It’s about what’s in your keeping jar.’” She tapped the empty Mason jar she now used as a vase for wildflowers. “It’s what you hold onto that matters. Pecans. Memories. A kind word when no one’s watching.” cornelia southern charms
People didn’t buy her products. They bought her —her grit, her grace, her refusal to confuse wealth with worth. So did Mulberry, Georgia, one jar at a time
That stopped Bitsy cold.
She walked two miles to the Mulberry farmer’s market, set the jar on a folding table, and wrote on a scrap of cardboard: It’s about what’s in your keeping jar