A knit porcelain pouch in slate grey that relaxed in the firing, its mouth pulled down to a small dark opening at the center. Coral i-cord runs through the eyelets around that opening and spills off the lower edge in loose tails. The slump was the kiln’s doing rather than the plan, which is part of why there is only one. Hangs on a wall, where it reads as a relief rather than a vessel. Signed on a small porcelain tag worked right into the knitting. Decorative only, not functional ware.