How awful
Oh, my goodness. How awful for her. All that time, money and work all gone down the drain.
I can sort of understand that feeling. I cleaned, hulled and sliced 4 pounds of strawberries and put them in a very old, beautiful and loved bowl. Somehow my husband, in his frustration of not finding the mustard in the refrigerator and moving everything hither and thither, knocked the bowl of strawberries onto the floor. The bowl broke and the sliced strawberries went everywhere. I was in another room and just got that sinking feeling that my morning's work was all for nothing. Since the strawberries were for a potluck that day, I had to scramble to figure out what I could replace it with. The hardest part was seeing my bowl that I got as a wedding present 55 years ago broken to smithereens. Oh, well, life goes on.