Mr. Button I have been thinking of you all day. I started out to make these dinner plates and I looked them and started adding all these handles. I’m sorry, I truly am sorry for adding all this additional unnecessary truck and silly nonsense. The truth is Mr. Button there is no need for anything I make. No, my neighbours don’t need chicken feeders, milk pans or porridge bowls. They don’t need my dinner plates either. They can buy a dinner plate for less than I can buy the clay to make one. So forgive me but I have to make them extra special. Not that yours weren’t special! I would love to own one of your 28 lb lead glazed cider jars expertly thrown in 3 minutes. I would sleep with that jar tonight. It would bring tears to my eyes.
Sorry if I let you down today, Mr. Button. I was never able to live up to your standards. Once I threw 100 5lb pie plates and another day 247 mugs. This almost crippled me. Your throwing of a ton a clay a day is a bridge too far for me.
Hell, I even sign them with a chop mark and put an undercut in the foot ring so that they can be hung on a nail in the wall. I am so sorry for this uncontrollable ego of mine!