Well, my wonderful blue bowl from Orcas Island is no more.
Friday night as I was putting things back after the painters left, I noticed it had a big ole crack in it.
So I said my mantra three times, thought of all the delicious popcorn and pasta it had held, the pleasure I'd gotten from using it and looking at it over the last six years, then took it out to the garbage.
But wait, there's more to this bowl's story.
My long time friend, the one I flipped off in the food court (hangs head in shame, again) bought that bowl for me for my birthday a few days before "the incident". So it has had a mea culpa element to it as well.
I could get all philosophy-y about it and say the bowl is/was a reflection of the relationship, but gack.
Thanks JC for the fabulous blue bowl from Crow Valley Pottery. I'm glad we got to spend some time together.