A nap. Actually, two naps. But barring that, I’ll take a nice cuppa.
Especially one poured from this hand-thrown, pale blue-green ceramic pot that’s just about as off-kilter as my brain is right now. Love. Perhaps not as racy as the one I posted a few days ago, but probably more my speed.
Can one ever have enough precious teapots? I submit that one cannot, even in a tiny kitchen. They are ESSENTIALS.
Well played, Etsy and EarthWorksCeramics.