Goodbye, Burnay!

Yesterday, I was upstairs when I heard a terrible sound… that of something shattering on the floor.  I quickly ran downstairs and saw my precious burnay pitcher–the one I bought from one of the oldest burnay potters in Vigan a million years ago–  broken into pieces. The culprit… Yuki, my playful kitten! Oh well, that’sContinue reading “Goodbye, Burnay!”