Bob Wittersheim

Beside them sat a stack of thicker dishes.

The glaze was fairly smooth, but here and there, were tiny and, I guessed, intentional grains of grit from the clay that still stood out on the surface. All in all, they were not the plates for me.

The glaze was fairly smooth, but here and there, were tiny and, I guessed, intentional grains of grit from the clay that still stood out on the surface. All in all, they were not the plates for me.

The glaze was fairly smooth, but here and there, were tiny and, I guessed, intentional grains of grit from the clay that still stood out on the surface. All in all, they were not the plates for me.

I needed something in the middle.

I needed something in the middle.

I needed something in the middle.

I clasped my hands behind my back and wandered around the table, peering slowly down at other options. Sunny yellow soup bowls that felt out of season, but whose shape was perfect. Wide dinner plates in robin's egg blue, whose color I adored, but whose rim was too wide. and well too small for the hearty meals I'd eat this winter. And then I found them.

I clasped my hands behind my back and wandered around the table, peering slowly down at other options. Sunny yellow soup bowls that felt out of season, but whose shape was perfect. Wide dinner plates in robin's egg blue, whose color I adored, but whose rim was too wide. and well too small for the hearty meals I'd eat this winter. And then I found them.

I clasped my hands behind my back and wandered around the table, peering slowly down at other options. Sunny yellow soup bowls that felt out of season, but whose shape was perfect. Wide dinner plates in robin's egg blue, whose color I adored, but whose rim was too wide. and well too small for the hearty meals I'd eat this winter. And then I found them.

They were a hearty olive green color, the finish shifting a bit lighter at the rim, with such a nice heft, as I lifted a mug from the table. The plates were round and minimal, with a small lip and a humble feel. The bowl was low and wide, almost a second plate, with a high rim, which was how I liked it. perfect for pasta or soup that would cool to the right temperature as it set.

They were a hearty olive green color, the finish shifting a bit lighter at the rim, with such a nice heft, as I lifted a mug from the table. The plates were round and minimal, with a small lip and a humble feel. The bowl was low and wide, almost a second plate, with a high rim, which was how I liked it. perfect for pasta or soup that would cool to the right temperature as it set.

They were a hearty olive green color, the finish shifting a bit lighter at the rim, with such a nice heft, as I lifted a mug from the table. The plates were round and minimal, with a small lip and a humble feel. The bowl was low and wide, almost a second plate, with a high rim, which was how I liked it. perfect for pasta or soup that would cool to the right temperature as it set.

The pieces were smooth, but not glossy. And I just felt that any meal I ate out of them, I would be grateful for. I would feel nourished by.

The pieces were smooth, but not glossy. And I just felt that any meal I ate out of them, I would be grateful for. I would feel nourished by.

The pieces were smooth, but not glossy. And I just felt that any meal I ate out of them, I would be grateful for. I would feel nourished by.

to enjoy.

to enjoy.

to enjoy.

I'd found a way as I couldn't get out of it. to get into it. Sweet Dreams