That was a long time ago, and yes I have pottery of my own--much pottery of my own, in fact.
In 2003 our daughter opened a small potter's studio, first in our garage, then in her own home, and began lining the shelves and selling her work. It was a dream I never imagined. Most of what you see in these pictures is her work, and needless to say, our supply of earthenware grew by leaps and bounds.
That's why when a mug or bowl comes out of the dishwasher, or gets dusty on the shelf, I don't mind cleaning it or putting it away. The pleasant ritual seems new every time.
My neighbor's three boys grew up to have positions of importance, one with the government, the other two in the corporate world. As far as I know, she did not follow in her mother's footsteps to become a potter--that legacy was left to me and my family. I do suppose, however, that she still has her mother's pottery on open shelves in whatever kitchen she's in now, and enjoys a bowl of homemade soup from time to time, much like I do. I hope so.
So if you come to visit us here at Rabbit Hill, we'll serve you vegetable soup in one of our best bowls, and we can talk about matters of importance like music and art. I'll even get out my two favorite goblets, the speckled tan ones with the red rims.