The Tale of a Well-Turned Bowl
The Bacon-Bake Session
This is the story of a lovely little bowl who longed to feel the gentle weight of ripe, juicy fruits nestled inside it. Alas, the poor thing would have to wait for hours—maybe even days—before kind hands would finally come to claim it. For now, it had to sit there, abandoned. It had to remain still until it was bone dry, on its dull and slightly dusty shelf. Talk about bad luck for a bowl!
But our little darling didn’t know the worst was yet to come. When they finally came for him, it was only to pile him up with his earthy companions for a fearsome bacon-bake session. Only after surviving that harsh ordeal would he earn the right to wear a beautiful new color. Dry, my little one, dry…
A Little Pale
Snuggled among his kind, the lovely bowl had braved his first firing with flying colors. Well… almost. He came out looking a little pale. Was it fear etched into his clay soul? Or merely a moment of purification? No one can say for sure—but one thing’s certain: it had toughened his skin. His maker retrieved him and offered him a few color options, but nothing seemed to suit him. So she gently placed him on a clean, comfy shelf while she pondered a solution. During this resting phase, she often stopped by to offer him affection and chat about his future appearance. Still, to no avail.
To be continued…
Hematite & Blue
Stubborn as ever, Mister Bowl insisted on rejecting every color, until he found himself plunged into a certain darkness… up to his neck. Some feared he might never see brighter days. But one day, kind hands finally gave him that long-awaited touch. Blue. Hematite & blue.
