Boiled breakfast

I purchased these two egg cups from Jim at his pottery on Saturday. (This is the same friend from whom I got Juno the cat – we always have a Juno appreciation moment.) 

When I went into the studio, I announced "Ooh, egg cups." and Jim looked a little puzzled. After all, to him they are espresso cups. They do make perfect egg cups, though.

Busy, busy, busy at work. 

The evening brought a congregation of Feasties at the opening party of Sweet Carolina, a café run by a couple of Feasties. We had a great evening, full of smiles (and delicious meringues!)