Description
Ahoy, ye romantics. This swan carries her neck like a shepherd’s crook, white on top and fadin’ to a rosy pink, with a painted blue eye and three long lashes that’d make a showgirl jealous. Her body is a feathered, scalloped bowl, pink at the wingtips, ready for a fern, a cactus, or a fistful of wrapped candy.
She shows her years honestly: fine crazing lines in the glaze along the neck, a few specks, and some dirt still ridin’ in the bowl from her last tenant. Maker unknown.







