His name is Noah, and I think we're getting married - that is, if Oscar Wilde (my cat) and Noah's wife approve.
After prompt writing yesterday, CP and I went to the 2nd Annual Nine Toes Pottery Sale. Ronan is an up and coming BF. A lot of his pottery has a Who-ville sort of vibe. Skulls or bugs are used often. Definitely quirky. Not for everyone.
Ronan's guest pottery was Noah (he has an excellent stamp, says the pottery stamp geek) and I bought this bowl here.
Now mind you, the picture from my cell phone camera does not in ANY WAY do justice to this bowl.
It is delicious. Full to the brim with fabulousness.
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