Home plates

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel… hoping it's not a train.
Dinner plates, today, thirteen for a special order, nine more for my stock. Also, another dozen dessert plates. After which Standard Time kicked my butt and I came home for an early supper and a nap.

Tomorrow, soup bowls and a tile mirror surround with, I'm thinking, Alaskan wildlife images. Tuesday we load the kiln.