A few years ago A.K. got me this ring from Erie Basin: 1820s, resized for me, with a chipped large diamond (can’t see it in the picture) nestled up against a flatter sapphire. Today I lost the ring in the ocean; it was swept off to sea. “It’s good to know there are treasures out there,” A.K. said, but it didn’t work. I know it’s just a thing, but I am devastated. I feel like I don’t remember how to feel better.
Maarten Van Severen’s home/studio photographed by Muller Fien via 50 Danska Kvadrat.
These drippy rings that I snatched up from A.’s “Baubles” treasury. ALSO: Purple bell peppers from visiting the ‘rents this weekend.
New Etsy blog post about my dream of being an old lady potter:
“The only thing I look forward to about being old is being old with you. I can’t wait to recognize you in your face, to know these lines from easy laughter, these scars (you can’t be missed), this hunch from leaning over the wheel for hours, forming small vessels from mud and water. Your hands are so still.”