Child’s clay pottery pieces

Happy Valentine’s Day! I am linking this week to one of my favorite link parties, Suzanne’s Vintage Thingie Thursday. I love browsing through all the treasures!

One day – let’s call it 10 years ago – while digging through the bins of loose junk at a thrift store, I spied a little piece of glazed, molded clay. I pulled it out of the bin and quickly realized: it was a small clay “monster,” obviously made by a child.

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Call it PMS, but I got pretty emotional thinking that someone’s mother had likely died and their child’s handmade art got donated to the thrift store.

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Needless to say, my soft collector’s heart fell in love with this little guy. So I took him home, and for the next several years I picked up “clay projects” with surprising frequency – to the point where I had a pretty impressive collection of orphaned childs’ pottery.

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I actually re-donated many of these pieces after I pulled them from storage following the flood in 2008 that took our house. But I’ve kept the Monster Guy, and a few other favorite pieces, and thought I was done with this phase of my collecting.

Until about two weeks ago, when I happened upon this hefty heart dish at the Goodwill.

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My daughter spied it first, pointed it out, and I actually said, “Oh, it’s really nice but I don’t buy clay projects anymore.”

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“Are you sure?” she asked. “It’s pretty big, and it’s only 99 cents.” At that point I took it from her and began to inspect it. It was covered in little stamped markings, probably using similar tools that made the “teeth” of Monster Guy.

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Even with the pretty red and yellow sides, and the generous size, I was going to put it back until I turned it over and read the writing on the back:

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“To: Samtha Samantha, From: Kyle with love”

Someone please tell me I’m not the only one who gets emotional over these things…

More soon,

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2 thoughts on “Child’s clay pottery pieces

  1. I am emotionally attached to things my kids made or even bought for me. I would never get rid of them! I always get a little sad to see books with inscriptions in thrift stores. Books mean so much to me…especially if they have a special message written just for me…I could never get rid of them!

    Vicky
    Life On Willie Mae Lane

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