What I call Bubbe’s Folly began when a catalog for a British pottery maker showed up in my mailbox a few months ago, intended for a former tenant who’d moved away, not for me. But I leafed idly through it — and spotted something wonderful.
The earthenware plate had blue and white stars sprinkled around the rim and, charmingly painted in the center, my granddaughter’s favorite bird. Because the pattern was being discontinued, I could buy both the plate and a matching mug for a reasonable 30 bucks. I headed for my computer to place an order.
That wasn’t the folly part.