Frida’s Gone To Pieces
I love my Frida bowl. I bought it 14 years ago from a Mexican vendor at the grand opening celebration for the first Dart rail station in Dallas. And for the last 14 years it has graced our dining room table with its simple beauty. Occasionally, one of our cats will curl up and nap inside the bowl. Last night, some unidentified member(s) of our feline family decided that it was time for a new bowl. I found Frida in pieces this morning on the floor.
I gave up looking for another one on the web today. Too many Fridas, none in bowls. If anyone out there reading this should know where to find another, I’d appreciate the information.