The house handover process is almost complete and we’re anxiously waiting for the green light to get the keys to our house. We may have creepily stalked our own house several times in the past few weeks, driving by slowly, just like criminals casing their next break-in goal, unnerving all curtain twitchers in the vicinity before speeding away in our little dented Japanese car.
While we have been waiting, the grass, weeds and shrubs on our property have been flourishing in the ridiculously rainy July weather, and I have been shuffling pottery around in anticipation of having to move it all over to the house. Have I showed you this beauty yet? This is another one of my mom’s recent floor vase finds. The numbers on the bottom are too faint to read, but I believe I can just about see the outlines of Jasba’s oval logo. This vase is even more fierce in real life than on the photo. This Scheurich 423/16 is a good example of why I often cannot resist earth-toned pottery. Can’t you just picture it decoratively chilling in someone’s hip conversation pit a few decades ago? I can:
I always thought I was alone in my (previously secret) love of houses with sunken living rooms, but it seems there are more of us out there. Happy Friday!