An artist's heartbreak

I've been unpacking a lot of old stuff from high school and college, mostly so it can be repacked into nice tidy plastic bins. I had found a beautiful stained glass box -- it was the neatest thing I made in that class besides the jumping frog window that's now at my parents' house, and I was excited to be able to take it out and actually display it. It's been in storage since I made it, on account of my gypsy lifestyle.

Then I threw something else on top of it by accident and broke it. Way to go. Alert O. Henry, I'm just one big sad story today.

Update: Dad very kindly sent me a picture of the frog window, to help me cope with my loss. Thanks, Dad.