Bowls. (With lots of pictures for that slimmer skimmer Ann.) It was not by happenstance that my sister gave me bowls for Christmas. She has given me many bowls for many Christmases and not so much because she makes them as because I kind of like them a little. Okay, okay, a LOT!
They're like my kids in that there are no favorites, except for that stack on the left of bowls that Ali made and the ones my sister made and those green ones and that blue one and the ones with the girl watering the garden... see? I love them all. This is a utilitarian collection -- I use most of these bowls -- that does double-duty as decorative element because all of my upper kitchen cabinets have glass doors. One of the nice things about having such a large and varied collection is that I can always come up with the right bowl for the job! I love to stand in front of the cabinet, peruse the display, and carefully choose my bowl.
Cuckoo. Go ahead, you can call me that. I think all collectors are a little off their rocker -- they've just got to be! And it's catchy: Katie's already declared her love for bowls and her intention to populate her own cabinets in such a way someday; Ali makes them; not able to take a reading on Maddy yet.