"cousin Mark says you make great plates..."

Last fall cousin Mark is here with his wife, my pal, Michele and daughter Catherine, who you see here sometimes, and also a variety of OTHER cousins and hangers on, and I am serving enchiladas or something (on my own bowls, plates, etc) and I come out to the back porch with the guac and find there has been a discussion:
"Mark says you make really nice plates" and he nods.  It is a big compliment, I think, because cousin Mark grew up in the restaurant business and says ONLY VERY wise things. Mark is also the one who told me last summer, as I admired his argyle socks "chicks dig me because I wear argyle socks"  (Bill Murry in STRIPES had said "chicks dig me because I don't wear underwear....").

All of my plates in my cupboard are odds and ends, and I HATE making plates.  They are VERY easy to make and fire, but always want to crack and warp, and I would rather make hundred dollar teapots with little doggies on them.  But I like my own plates for MYSELF.

So, as you know, I am horsing around with decorating schemes...and wanted a new plate for myself.  Out of the kiln yesterday came a gorgeous green one...and I was feeling so generous toward MYSELF I also helped myself to a yellow cup and saucer.... it is perfect for MY HAND...the handle fits just so, and the saucer fits atop the cup to keep things warm ..... tis a rice pizza crust, in case you were wondering, mmmmm ....