We’re slowly setting up house at the Cabin at the End of the Road. We’ve been conscious of the risk of the cabin becoming our storage unit for all of the junk we’ve accumulated back in faraway suburbia, so we’re careful about what we do bring.
We bought that large bowl some years ago from a potter in Kansas City, and I’ve bought plenty of mugs from him. I think I featured a few of them on this humble blog. When we were last in his shop, we saw these two bowls that more or less match what we’d already purchased. (They’re made by the same potter.) So we grabbed them to eat our oatmeal from in our mornings at the cabin.
We’d looked for some dinner plates as well, but on that visit, he didn’t have any. Just another reason to go back to the shop, I say.
Note that we always wipe down that table after we use it. There must be something about the flash on my camera that brings out the smudges. Sorry about that.
My iPhoto continues to mystify me. Some pix I can download while others are trapped. I suppose I should go to the Apple Genius Bar with it and see if they can figure it out.