right?
The thing about those Paint-Your-Own-Pottery places is that, sure, it’s terribly romantic to go and paint a bowl together and put both your names, various hearts, singing birds, rainbows, and such on it. But then, when you get a divorce, what the hell do you do with it? It almost misses the “Who would buy that?” cut as a garage sale item but maybe someone would buy it for a quarter simply for it’s bowl-ness and not the paint upon it.
That would be a unique collection I could get behind though. Imagine a whole dinnerware set of Paint-Your-Own-Pottery from relationships gone south that was pieced together from yard and rummage sales.
Ooooh, maybe I’ll have “Greek night” at home and make gyros and lamb kabobs and do a little twirling dance and toss it, in the joyous Greek tradition, at my own feet.