Bonjour mes amis!Ce va? I am doing well but my blogging has slowed down a bit. Thats o.k sometimes even the most well organized need a break. Speaking of break, today I want to talk a little about girls and dishes. Right now your saying to yourself what?????? Anyhow, it is a story that has brewing in my head like a nice cup of hot tea and now its time to put in the sugar and serve it up.
Story time: This picture here is a dish of 3 sets of dishes that I really wanted for my home. I had saved for several months to buy these dishes. We were in the process of remodeling my kitchen and so money was tight. They were perfect, they matched the 1930's era I was trying to replicate. I was so excited to have a set of dishes that all matched. When I had enough money I went to the store and bought 3 boxes. Yes we have a big family and we needed some for visitors so that is a setting of 12. I think the total was around 180.00$ or so. But who cares about the price, these were the ones I seen in a magazine and I wanted them. So I brought them home and gently took them out of the box and in one of the boxes there was a broken dish. That my peeps is where I should have noticed one tiny detail that would have tipped me off to what was hidden inside. But I was too busy to care to look. If I would have taken the time, it would have saved me some heartache in the end.
Now the story of the other bowl. This is a picture of a clay bowl one of 8 and a serving bowl to go with it. My friend Jean a master in clay made this bowl. As I watched it form from a lump of clay and in her wonderful hands became a beautiful bowl. To her the dishes were not the drop dead gorgeous bowls she was looking for and she was going to recycle them, but I begged her not to throw them out but to give them to me. I liked them. These bowls were formed from mud and clay right in front of me and baked to a proper temperature in the kiln that made them hard as nails. I was attached to them, they were sturdy, beautiful and needed a place to go and I was willing to take them home.
So, back to the first bowl made by Better Homes and Gardens. These dishes as soon as I started to use them broke even in the most gentle hands. It started out a chip here and a crack there until all of the dishes started to break and now I have a bunch of chipped dishes and no glue that will bond them. Not so pretty anymore are they.
Just recently my dear Husband dropped one bowl on the kitchen floor and it shattered into a million pieces. No glue or man only God could fix that. My clay bowl was dropped a few weeks later and did not chip or crack, in fact it was used over and over again. If it does happen to break over the next few months it will break into large pieces and can easily be fixed with glue. When I asked my ceramic teacher later on why the B.H.G dishes did this, he said " they were not fired long enough, and they were made of less than perfect materials". If I would have looked at that first broken dish I would have seen that the clay was still green and very fragile.
Now I come to the point of girls. There are some girls who have poor makers, they are so drop dead gorgeous on the outside like my first bowl, but on the inside there lies a shattered life. They are painted up and sold as to be treasured and to be used but on the inside they hold a nasty secret, they are very fragile. They are sad, broken and are on the verge of cracking. They were not fired long enough to be strong by their maker, and so one little bump and they shatter to pieces. The were not taught moral courage, honesty, and strength in their character to keep them all together when times are tough. They are all beauty on the outside but dead on the inside. I was once one of those girls. Only through time, Gods love, and my husband have I changed to be whom I am today. I still have tiny cracks and lots of glue residue showing but thats o.k I am just as strong as a clay pot.
The other girls who have wise makers, are made of the good stuff. They are formed with care and then tested through fire. They are baked until they hard as a rock and can handle a little bump in the road. They are made to withstand use everyday in a world that is cruel but yet beautiful, and when times get tough they may break but can be glued together with love, Gods love. These are my girls. I watched them form in my hands, I molded them with the bible and God's instruction and on many occasions ask God to take the potters wheel and add his special touches. When they fall and are hurt they do not shatter, but stand up and wait for God to pour on his bonding love and piece them back together. They are my precious bowls of clay!So my fellow Peeps look at your daughters tonight. Watch carefully for cracks and get to molding them. They may resist you and the world when they are thrown into the fire, but assure them that this will only make them stronger. You must be strong peeps in this world to survive. Take the time to tend to our precious girls now, before they shatter beyond all repair.
Bon Voyage,
Yvonne
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