Julie Whitmore Pottery
Ever find a site, blog or Etsy that makes you want to cry with vague and bittersweet nostalgia? I can barely take in all of the wonderful details here - ooh, making a cakestand for the cookies she baked; pears, my beloved shape; crinkly shaped spoons - for the rush of feelings her work invoked. It may have some connection to my childhood love of making tiny sculptures out of plasticine, but who knows? I'm happy just to ride the wave, then snap back to today and wish that I too could go and poke about in Birds of a Feather in Main Street, wherever that may be.
