We loved picking wildflowers as kids. We'd tramp the woods in May, hoping to find a sheltered, sunny
spot where spring beauties and violets could be found in time to make Mother's Day bouquets for Mom
and Grandma. Later there'd be branches of apple and plum blossoms from the orchard, lilac and wild
tiger lily. Dandelions, of course, and daisies and Black-eyed Susans. We didn't bring home chicory,
after the first couple of tries--the fragile blue flowers wilted away to nothing almost before we got
them in the vase. And Grandma wouldn't let us bring home devil's paintbrushes. She had a
superstitious dislike of their black, hairy stems and leaves, no matter how gorgeous the red-orange
blossoms.
Vases......$33-45
These days I don't bring flowers in the house much--the cats eat them, you see. I compensate by making my Vases as beautiful as I can. They're wheel-thrown and reshaped, some flare, some are straight-sided. I don't do them often, and when I do, I play around with the shape, the cross-section, handles or not. The one thing they have in common is plenty of surface to paint on. Smaller vases sell for $33; larger, elaborately patterned ones can go for as high as $45.
Back when I started making pottery, everyone made travel mugs with big wide bottoms, suitable for balancing on the dash, passenger's seat or other big flat surface. Nowadays, of course, there are no big flat surfaces in your average vehicle. Every available space is crammed with dials, lights, levers, stereo system and GPS and cup-holders.