At the end of the summer when I was finally moving back to Milwaukee from Northfield, it took forever to get everything packed and moved including tons of ceramics.  It was an incredibly stressful ordeal.  Fortunately some of the jars and baking dishes I made found their way into my parents’ farmhouse in northern Wisconsin.  They fit beautifully in the kitchen.

The house is heavenly, especially the kitchen.  It’s huge and open with lots of windows and really beautiful woodwork.  I am just really glad my stuff fit into such a beautiful space.

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