secret me likey dat: tiny chumley's birthday present

Since having left the dual income world, and having become an occasional exhibitor at craft shows, I now find myself mostly cured of the craft show shopping bug. What I lack in abundance of funding, I have in surplus of time. I see so many things I figure I could make, or should make. And of course, I have so many things already.

Yet there are still artful wonders out there, artistic styles that don't come naturally for me. There is art I still must buy, in appreciation to the artist for their crafty viewpoint, and to fuel my own inspiration.

Today, a peekypoo at the little kielbasa's birthday present, a swell score from Blue Hen Pottery at last Sunday's show. In search of a large coffee mug, I hadn't really planned on buying the little chum anything, yet there it was, a sweet little dog bowl with the kind of drawing I would think Baxter draw if only he weren't limited by his stubby little thumbless paws.

I stood in Blue Hen's booth, torn at first, feeling sentimental about replacing Baxter's wally world avocado green melamine bowl, and yet feeling very excited by the coolness before me. And I reminded myself that he has a fair amount of bowls already, having also inherited two bowls from Kep and Padua, that now serve as water bowls both upstairs and downstairs. Three bowls. Did we really need a fourth? Happily, I decided the answer was yes.


So how many dog bowls do I think one little Dachshund possibly have? Let's just say that come December 12th, I am certain the answer will be somewhere between four and infinity. :)