Here you have the Gilded Fish. When I wrote that up there in the title bar it sounded like a good title for a novel. Maybe I can build a novel around these and do NaNoWriMo next year. LOL.
I think this proves the fact that I am too sentimental for my own good. I was all set to just toss these to Goodwill or some other thrift store. They came in a bin of stuff from someone's house. I don't know the person. It was a free ad on Craigslist. I'm sure that it was a little old lady. Probably she died or was put in a rest home. I don't know. All this stuff was placed on the porch and there were several people there like me taking it away.
I was washing the stuff because I always wash stuff, even if I'm going to give it away or even throw it away. If it comes in my house it gets washed. I can't seem to help myself over that little OCD trait. While washing it I found that it had initials and a date. Someone obviously made it in ceramics class. I used to do ceramics myself and did the same thing with the initials and date.
This somehow personalized it for me and I found myself reluctant to "just give it away". I feel like I'm giving away that lady's life and memories. It's weird. I'll admit it. But I will hang these in my bathroom. Someday I will be an old lady that either dies or goes to a rest home. And someone will probably throw them out.
Signed and dated.
The gilding is not really my style at all.
I think she has a nice smile.