Not new things, just patching them together to make them useful.
The top from an old garlic keeper. Clay. The bottom broke. I had to grind the holes a bit larger to fit the incense sticks.
The little jug, an old mustard crock. From a time when I was into mustard. Now I am just into crocks.
The blue bowl, Dad bought in New Mexico. My parents used to go camping across the States. And my dad used to seek out this particular potter. He used to sell somewhere out there. Blue bowls. I took one after Mom died. My brother has the others.
The cloth... Nine for Peace. Now aka A Newer World Order. Part of the Crossroads series.
I am thinking a lot about which things I will keep when we move. We want to stay loose and light.