pottery passion: my speckled dish

pottery passion: my speckled dish

This is one of the first "successful" pieces I made (because it doesn't look butt-ugly) and I'm pretty darn proud of it. I've given it a prominent and stately home-base on our coffee-table, which, as a side note, is an amazing piece of furniture that I picked up at Brimfield – the biggest and best Flea Market ever – and was made from the flooring of a closed GM plant where they put together cars. I figured that if it could handle tons in weight of steel being bashed on it through multiple decades, it just might survive the toddler years of my son.

Anyhow, I am always trying to reclaim my beautiful and functional coffee-table/factory floor as a grown-up space.

And losing.

In all fairness, it does make a better landing pad for crane trucks and excavators than for my handmade housewares and pretty coffee table books. Silly me.

Back to my beautiful speckled shallow dish: isn't it beautiful? And even better, it's made by hand. By me. And that makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. Because nothing is better than handmade.

growing our food: the garden story

growing our food: the garden story

lars & Alma's picnic

lars & Alma's picnic

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