Handmade Soap Dish

The house made of tires that we’re calling home for the summer is fully furnished.  It’s really great – we don’t have to worry about digging up some towels to get us through the summer or find enough cups to have our neighbor over for dinner.   Of course, it also means that the house is completely Not Us.

My grandmother must have sensed our struggles because when we drove out to visit the family over the week, Martin and I couldn’t stop pinching ourselves.  This little handmade dish was waiting for us.  He’s even got four little legs:

ceramic rabbit

We cradled him and quickly rushed to our new digs (after a few goodbyes and hugs, of course).  It’s the first time I’ve ever been the recipient of a piece of my grandmother’s art, so you can bet it was going front and center in our house.  So here it is, posing next to the kitchen sink as our new, very own soap dish where everyone can see it (deer included).

handmade soap dish

The place is starting to feel a little more like a home already.  Stay tuned as we prepare more in depth peeks of life in a tire…