Oh how I mis BettyAnn and Jumbo's Junkadoodle! Property was sold, BettyAnn was tired of being on the road, and I don't know about Jimbo (her brother). Maybe a mile from my house, I could find my entire past there and more. Here's a few views of a garden pot that someone made for them to sell. I haven't had the heart to plant anything in it (yet) because it's such a fine work of art. Only repurposed in a certain sense of the word. I mean, each individual piece is recycled from something whether we know from what or not.
Makes me think of 'I'm a little teapot, short and stout'.
