BEFORE THE DISASTER
I had a bunny bowl. The sweetest bowl ever. It was made of raw matte porcelain, that creamy palest of pink color of eggs, with a line of bunnies running along the rim of the bowl. The inside of the bowl was painted with tiny carrots and orange and blue marks. It was a treasured gift from my son.
Bunny bowl sat on a bookshelf in front of a standing open book. The book fell, knocked bunny bowl off the shelf, bunny bowl landed on a large porcelain rabbit, shearing off one its ears, before hitting the floor and shattering.
I was heartbroken. Is it a rule of life that that which you love most is that which you are the most likely to lose? Even as I gathered up the broken pieces, I knew I could not discard them. I believe in the Japanese philosophy of wabi sabi – the elusive beauty of imperfection. I would channel this philosophy. I would find a way to use the broken pieces. The “spirit” of bunny bowl would live on.
I have been casting about for unusual ways to display some of my necklaces and rings. Perhaps bunny’s misfortune could become my good fortune.
Largest piece of broken bunny bowl with one running bunny
Broken piece of bunny bowl used as necklace display bowl
Among the shards I had two usable pieces and four running bunnies. The largest piece is a display bowl for necklaces, the other smaller piece, is a display dish for rings.
Display dish for rings. Individual running bunnies to be crafted into pendants.
Repurposing the broken pieces of bunny bowl doesn't replace bunny bowl but I am reminded when I see those repurposed pieces of a much loved and treasured gift.
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