It was knocked off the porch and broken a few years ago. I don't even remember what kept me from throwing it away. Somehow this pot we carefully selected and brought back from Mexico made it's way back into my garden. Looking at it now holding it's pretty purple flowers, I like it just as much as before it was broken. I love it's rustic charm and peeling paint. Like a lot of things in life, just because it isn't brand new doesn't mean it isn't perfection to someone.