I want to keep them

But so does my client

My hand painted tiles, just out of the kiln this morning

I have a rod iron table which needs a few tiles

Yes, I painted them but now they don't belong to me anymore

That reminds me of a story

A story about a bicycle, a bicycle I almost owned when I was eight years old

We were refugees from East Prussia,

(part of Germany before WW II).

We had very little.  Certainly not extra money for a bike.

I knew that I would never have a bicycle

But one evening, at the dinner table, my Father told me that he had a 50/50 chance of getting a bicycle for me.   I really, really wanted one.  What eight year old wouldn't? 

He had asked the man, with the beautiful bicycle,  if he would give it to him.  The man said NO.

 

I was disappointed in my Dad for telling this not so funny story. 

I've had fancier bikes but this is my favorite, the kind of bike an eight year old would have loved to own. 

So, why don't I just paint a few more tiles.  My very own tiles for my rod iron table. 

Gina  

Note: All ceramics hand painted  by Gina