Going To Pot
Have I ever mentioned that I’m obsessed with pottery? Honest, I could attend a chocolate fair without even taking a bite, but take me to a pottery fair at your own risk.
If you’d followed me around, and around, and around again at the Uzès pottery fair this weekend your feet would have needed a good soak too.
I do tend to lean toward practical pots,
ones I can take into the kitchen,
or leave on the counter. But I’m also drawn to impractical beauty.
Even some pots that are nominally practical seem to be too beautiful for kitchen use,
and I just can’t imagine putting them to use for something as pedestrian as a Brussels sprout gratin.
Some of it reminded me of pottery from the U.S.,
a lot was clearly Japanese-influenced,
and even North Africa was present.
There’s hardly anything more down-to-earth than pottery, but I have to say that being surrounded by clay and people who like to get their hands dirty with it made for a heavenly way to spend Easter.