On the heels of my previous post, this seems like a good pot to mention. It has an odd story. The first time I saw it, I hated it. But I kept visiting it, and kept looking at it, and became intrigued by it. (I didn’t hate it anymore, and, two years later, it eludes me why I hated it in the first place.) I do recall that I bought the bowl so I could spend more time with it.

It was always on a shelf at eye level, so this is how I always saw it.

It continues to occupy an enigmatic place in my life. It’s 5″ across and 3″ tall, which is a bit large for tea. But for me it demands something simple, so tea it is. I’ve come to love this one – I’ve had it for two years, now – but I question even that. Is it because in our time together I’ve come to know it so well? Or because, despite our time together, it continues to mystify me?

It has a great foot, by the way. Bowl by Kowkie Durst. I was told that it’s c.01 salt.