|my mother's bowls|
Love these bowls. They were my mother's. I remember sitting on the counter as a little girl and helping her make wonderful things in these bowls. I remember licking these bowls until they were clean. I can't believe they are mine now. I get them out when ever I can. Even if it is because the light on the counter is perfect and I want them to bask in it.
Labels: bowls, kitchen, light, mother, vintage