i brought together all the pottery i’ve collected over the last two years so i could bubble wrap and pack it. a number of came from my office, one a ben owen piece that i got as a gift from my co-workers after earning my masters degree. another was a neat pitcher i saw at an antique store in austin that my mom got for me. the majority were canisters and teapots made by apprentices of mark hewitt. i have one largish pitcher made my mark himself.

they just looked so nice all together. functional. earthy. strong.

sometimes stuff isn’t all bad. like art. on some level, it really should be ok to love things. to cherish objects. even a small painted metal rooster from pier one. why feel guilty about surrounding myself with things that are beautiful or make me happy?