February 25, 2006

What I miss: Ceramics

My parents went on vacation and got me a beautiful, hand-made ceramic cup. Blue waves swirled in the glaze before rippling along its clay body.

Holding the sturdy handle, I could no longer recall how I got out of ceramics. I just knew it was a mistake.

Posted by steveh at February 25, 2006 05:25 PM | TrackBack
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you might jog to the nearest ceramic place...

Posted by: heather at February 28, 2006 12:33 AM
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