I think that those wonderful blog fairies have been using their magic, because I have to tell you what happened last night after I had put the post up about my SSOF gifts, I carried on visiting various blogs that I have on my favourites bar and came across a Norwegian blog http://norwayneedles.blogspot.com/, which then led me to another Norwegian blog http://www.posidriv.blogspot.com/, which I couldn’t read, but it had lovely pictures and also a long list of other blogs, so I clicked on a couple that sounded like they may be English and then I thought, be adventureous, try another Norwegian blog, (I love Scandinavian style) and my random click led me to ‘Karna’ http://karna.sprayblogg.no/. A blog filled with beautiful photographs of someones home and of all the things that special to them. Then as I scrolled down through the posts, I noticed various plates hanging on the wall, my interest rose. At this point, I have to tell you that I am originally from the Potteries, Stoke on Trent. I grew up with pottery all around me, in its many shapes and forms and this was mainly because my father was a pottery designer. You can tell what is coming can’t you, yes, low and behold, as I scrolled down through the posts, suddenly there was one of my fathers plates staring at me from my computor screen.
I couldn’t believe it, the same plate as I had on my corner cupboard. I carried on and there was another one.
I had to send her an email to tell her that they were designed by Dad. But everything was in Norwegian, so I just had to guess, and keep ny fingers crossed that I had clicked on the right things. Within minutes I received an email back from her, in very good English (thank goodness). I then emailed a photo of Dad in his studio at Enoch Wedgwoods (Tunstall) and pictures of one his paintings and some of my plates on my dresser, and so a new bond was formed between two people, who didn’t know of each other minutes before, in different countries, and who I am sure, will sit back and think ‘Oh my, this internet thing is really something’.
I wonder what Dad would have made of it all.