you're just imagining things.
well, before my harddrive faceplanted last week, (back up your files, people!) I was pretty darn busy. Luckily, Mr. Computerboyfriend helped me out with another lengthy backup just two weeks ago, so the only files of value I lost were a zillion tattoo ideas I had bookmarked....hehehe, and a few photos, not the least of which was my boy in full combat gear heading out to his first fullscale Airsoft war. (he survived, thankyou) Oh, and some newly downloaded tango music. Not too shabby on the timing, I'd say. But luckily, Time Machine was doing it's thing until we shut it off to do the other backup. Thank you Steve Jobs, you're a star in my book.
Other than that, not too much of interest has been going on here. Cranking out pots, packing them up and heading them out. We had a party. I did another juice fast. ho-hum.
The party throwing endeavor was the push we needed to get the rest of our crap, I mean stuff, unpacked and all the boxes recycled. So we no longer resemble the Beverly Hillbillies in the neighborhood. well, except maybe here:
I have another pink rose bush! The blossoms are now but a memory, but this pic will live on forever in the interwebs.
Do I really need to keep talking about our move to the new house? God I hope not, and maybe I'll have something interesting to say next time.
Still trying to figure out the photo setup:
I've resurrected the dreaded bronze green glaze!! What? Did you think I no longer wanted to spend hours upon hours throwing and carving pots to have them end up bubbly vomitgreen disasters? Or is it my memory is shot? Anyhoo, I've come to the conclusion that I can master this glaze by strategic firing placement and application, and by golly, I may be on to something here. You have permission to remind me of my lapse in judgement when you see bubbly, crackly, crappy pots in my garbage can and me actually kicking myself in the head.
and on that note, I hope you all have a splendid weekend!!