I’ve always had a thing for containers.
Jars. Pots. Vases. Bowls.
As a little girl my great grandmother, my Momo, used to send me to the tub with empty butter containers, spice jars, cups and spoons, and I’d happily sit, filling, swirling, stirring, pouring until I was well and truly pruned and the water was frigid.
I don’t know what it is about putting stuff in containers, but I haven’t grown out of it, and I don’t intend to.