pottery palpitations

I get a physical reaction around pottery. It happened again today.

I went to a community centre packed with hand-thrown, wood-fired porcelain and clay beauties. I’m on a (new) budget so was only supposed to look.

But there is interesting hard wiring in my psyche for instant gratification – but not for anything frivolous or foolish… books, moleskin notebooks, wool, art, pottery, gin…

On the first walkabout, I could have filled a shopping cart with bowls of all sorts, mugs and French butter pots. I held it together for two rounds of the side-by-each six foot tables.

Then I caved for these little beauties from Jane Snider.

And something for my sister from Amy Doole.

then I stopped. honestly.



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