A clay pot sitting in the sun will always be a clay pot…It has to go through the white heat of the furnace to become porcelain.
/Mildred WitteStouven/
A clay pot sitting in the sun will always be a clay pot…It has to go through the white heat of the furnace to become porcelain.
/Mildred WitteStouven/
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The last set are so flowery and so many 😀
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Those are bees, Andy… 🙂
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oops sori ^.^/ lol
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I love those ones with bees on them 🙂
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Thank you, Sarah, me, too! 🙂
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I love the photos of the painted pots. There is some inspiration there. What region of the world would you find them?
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Thank you. Yes, it was quite a mix of colours there – almost for every taste 🙂 The photo was taken in Bulgaria, the old town of Nesebar.
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Sounds like a fascinating place
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Of course the first one reminds me of a typical heath in my village in Ghana. 🙂
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Now, that’s a lot of pots. Incredible variety … !!!
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the bee pattern is soooo cute 🙂
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Yes, I was acutally standing and considering for a while…to bee or not to bee… 😀 Thank you!
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