Do you see what I see? 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

🎶🎶🎶🎶 ... said the night wind to the little lamb

These are lyrics from a Christmas song "written in 1962 during the Cuban Missile Crisis as a plea for peace. The lyrics reflect a hope for peace on Earth..." which is our hope for people around the world. The lyrics, by Noel Regney, conclude with, "The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night, He will bring us goodness and light, He will bring us goodness and light."  That, too, is our hope for the future: goodness and light!  

Merry Christmas to each and every one of you.  May we all spread goodness and light in 2025! 

Keith and Carol

🎶🎶🎶🎶   🎶🎶🎶🎶   🎶🎶🎶🎶

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What I see tonight are tables loaded with pottery in my studio.  All you see here are made  of porcelain. Samples of recent pieces should enlarge when clicked.

Small rectangular dish

Disks for floral arrangements

Butter crocks or butter bells

Covered container, mug, shallow dish, vase 

Yarn bowl, sponge holder, cereal bowl, berry bowl
    
Small altered tray

Large charcuterie tray

Porcelain ornaments

WillowAK Pottery's signature mug

Fluted serving bowls

Modern nativity

Bacon cooker and recessed bowl with colored glass

Ornaments

Egg separators

Heart bowl, candle holder, covered dish

Fish spoon rest

Small handleless pitchers

Visit previous blog postings if you'd like to see more examples of what may await you in the studio.

Simply text 907-360-3696 if you'd like to come by for an in-person look. We can quickly agree on a time that is convenient for us both. My "working studio" is on Shirley Lake in Willow, where gift certificates are available, too. Thanks for collecting and gifting WillowAK Pottery.  

Saturday, Dec. 21, is an "open studio" day, so just come by between 10:00 and 5:00. No arrangements necessary. Don't forget the Festival of Trees and Winter Solstice Walk at the Library, starting at 5:00.

  ~ Carol

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