Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Ode To The Bowl

Bowl. Ah, yes, the sound of that round, cupped word absolutely tickles me. I love bowls. I love their potbellied ways. I love how they covet when empty and hoard when full. I love their quiet plea to be used for anything: Fill me, stack me, use and abuse me! they cry. Bowl. The antidote, the elixir, the magic three wishes. The oracle, the fortune teller, the guru, the fairy godmother. Corral, cradle, vehicle. Bowl.

from Fluffy Flowers Vintage


from Finding Fabulous


from Jadite Kate


from JBird Home




Posted by Wondering Helen at 2:26 PM
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8 comments:

  1. KateJune 23, 2009 at 2:59 PM

    I want them all!!

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  2. meg feeJune 23, 2009 at 3:48 PM

    ahhhh, yes, a writer you are. and i couldn't agree more, about the bowls!

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  3. Wondering HelenJune 23, 2009 at 6:35 PM

    Kate: Me, too!

    Meg: Thanks, lady.

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  4. PS~ErinJune 24, 2009 at 1:40 PM

    #3, 4, 7, and 9 please.

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  5. Wondering HelenJune 26, 2009 at 12:00 AM

    Erin: At least you've narrowed it down a bit more than I have ... ;)

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  6. Brittany | the Home GroundJune 27, 2009 at 2:07 PM

    You have perfectly described bowls here. Their nature, their sound. I love it!

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  7. Wondering HelenJune 28, 2009 at 11:13 AM

    Brittany: Thanks, lady! Bowls are too, too good.

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  8. imalumaAugust 22, 2009 at 12:34 AM

    Stumbled upon your blog whilst googling images of milk glass fruit bowls. Cause I am a geek like that. Subscribing to your blog now.
    Peace out.

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