Finger Bowl

Woody and I stick to the strictest etiquette here at 517 O'Neal. When we set the schooldesk/coffee table/computer stand/backgammon platform in our bedroom, we carefully fold the single-ply paper towels into shapes pleasing to the eye. We arrange the plastic forks to the right or the left. And we always move the soggy mail and greasy tool belt to the edge of the table. So when we chose a sink for the, ahem, cozy powder room we naturally went with a finger bowl. Sadly the Smithsonian had gone an snapped up this beaut:

So we settled on this one with a fancy (and space saving) faucet:


We have now decided to instruct all our friends with hands larger than a six-year-old child's not to visit.