The detail, the heft, I wanted my mother to make an entire fleet, but sadly there was only the one. Screw when I was little, I STILL adore that viking ship.
When I was little I adored that viking ship. There was a coil pot that was rather muppety that eventually suffered a breakage and a viking ship. This is extra ironic because the two known pieces of my mom's pottery extant when I was a child where rather good. I was never able to really figure out where this came from other than she gave me a vague feeling that the potters she'd interacted with when she was in art school made her dislike all potters. My mom was rather notorious for her dislike of pottery.
To Buy (different edition than one reviewed) Book Review - Mary Norton's The Borrowers.Book Review - Edward Eager's Magic by the Lake.Book Review - Laura Ingalls Wilder's On the Banks.Book Review - Kenneth Grahame's The Wind in the Wi.Book Review - Frances Hodgson Burnett's The Secret.Book Review - Eve Titus's Basil of Baker Street.
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