The Bowl From the Tree Across the Street

Same craft fair as the soap, different table. This one belonged to a guy who turns bowls out of walnut and leaves the bark on the edge, which is either a bold choice or an obvious one depending on how much you think about bowls. I bought one on the spot. I have picked it up more times today than any object has a right to be picked up.

Here is the part I could not walk past. The walnut came from a tree that fell on the Wade House property, which sits about two hundred feet from a house I used to live in. I have probably driven past that exact tree a hundred times without knowing it.

The bowl is listed in our Home department, but we have not opened it for orders yet. This is the second entry in the Local Makers Spotlight, two tables in one afternoon, and I am starting to think the craft fair circuit is just a supplier directory nobody labeled correctly.