For ages, I have searched for the perfect yarn bowl. I know what you’re thinking. “How hard can it be? It’s just a bow with a weird squiggle thing for the yarn. What’s the big deal?” Oh no, my friends, you are mistaken. It is entirely a big deal.
I searched high and low. I looked at wooden bowls, but deemed to fraught with the peril of splinters to hold my fabsome yarns. I looked at ceramic bowls, lovingly thrown by their creators only to discover that the color was off *just* a bit or the bowl was wobbly looking, or too small, or too big, or out of stock. You see where this is taking me? My frustration! My despair.
And then, a miracle. A wonderful little shop near my home stocked yarn bowls. Granted these bowls were unencumbered by either splinters or paint, but I was determined to end my quest.
Behold! My yarn bowl!
I would love to tell you that I made this entire thing; that I was up to my eyeballs in clay shaping this little bowl like a champ. I was not. Instead, I was up to my eyeballs in paint choices and I applied them like a boss. I am the first to admit that I’m no artist. I’m a pretty half-ass painter at best, but I love my little bowl. The color is soothing and I really like the little speckles on the inside. All in all, I’d say this little guy was worth the wait.
An Imbalance of Humours 