It's interesting how you can think you've made something that's as good as it's going to get. Then the next lot make them look daggy. It almost makes me think I should just make them for myself. I am still haunted by some of the first ceramics I made. I gave them to family and friends. I was proud of them at the time, but, with good intention, they come out at social events and horrify me. I had the pleasure of finding some of these early pieces in my Brothers kitchen in Copenhagen; what must those style conscious Danes think of my tentative early pieces?
I'm puzzled by the realisation that I will look back at these little penguin pourers and think them daggy too.
I'm hopeful that perhaps this time it might take a little longer. I really like these ones.