This is the design that I'm getting on a jug for my parents. I realise that this is a plate, but just imagine it round a jug. My mum really likes pink, so it's going to have a pink middle, and their names and "Diamond Wedding" and the date on the side, and all our initials on the bottom.
The potter phoned me up and we arranged it all. If you'd like to look at her website, it's at
www.gabriellashawceramics.com (This isn't an advert; I know nothing about her and just found her on Google.)
Zara and Wifemomchocoholic both commented on my previous blog AND THEIR GARDENS DON'T HAVE SLUGS. I thought slugs were a universal curse, brought on probably by Adam and Eve and that fruit problem. Actually snails are a worse trial, but slugs are bad too. But Wmc's deer sound even more dreadful. Ah, the heartaches and joys of gardening.
And the pain of trying to become less fat. I'm not getting any thinner. Or, I'm getting slightly thinner and then slightly fatter again. Why? I just can't quite get myself properly motivated. Oh, what a dolt. Tomorrow I will start again. I hope.