I liked this handmade bowl a lot better when I bought it at the American Indian market Downtown than I did when I got it home.
I really enjoy pottery, and thought this would look good in my home– but no matter where I placed it, it seemed to disappear. Its gentle design just didn’t stand out anywhere.
But then I figured out it made great remote-control storage on my family-room coffee table, and suddenly my buyer’s remorse disappeared. Sometimes something new just has to find its right use in a home.
It’s funny how some of the things we acquire, seem to need to find their own spot in our homes and lives.
And sometimes that spot is not what we imagined.
Ahh… The best laid plans…