One of my favourite bowls was broken this week. I won't go into what happened exactly - suffice to say that Zouk was involved - but the bowl itself is was hand-made by my cousin NJ, and therefore irreplaceable. It's also irreparable, although I can't bring myself to throw out the pieces.
When I visited Cava-Karen in England a few years ago she had a box fillled with broken crockery, and plans to somehow, someday make mosaics out of all the broken cups and bowls and plates in her life. Funny thing is, I have a box like that too!
In our dotage, perhaps, somewhere on the French coastline, Karen and I will craft beautiful mosaics filled with memories.
Ciao,
Julie
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