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Guess What Day It Is!!!!!!!!

January 6, 2014 mud&stringLeave a comment

WHAT DAY??

It’s the first day of the new session at the Art Center – now known to my family as “my new second home”. I can’t wait to see what this new pottery session will bring. I’ve decided that I’d like to make a couple of big (think holding with both hands) coffee cups, all different, but with matching glazes to tie them together. Actually, this project is two fold, I want the cups and I need to practice uniformity in certain projects and more than anything, get better at making handles. For some reason, I’m apparently handle challenged, just can’t seem to “get” them. They always turn out wonky, won’t stay on, droop, are crooked, are too big or too small. So, I guess you could say that my goal for this semester is handles.

Cups of My Dreams

Another of my pottery goals is to remember to take pictures of projects, before, during and after, if for no other reason than to be able to identify my pieces when I forget to mark them as mine. My bee stamp looks to have turned out well. I’ll give it its first use today; results to follow.

Moral excellence comes about as a result of habit. We become just by doing just acts, temperate by doing temperate acts, brave by doing brave acts. Aristotle

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Short and Sweet

October 21, 2013 mud&stringLeave a comment

I’M BACK

With such a difficult week last week, I’ve let my blog slide and I can tell. I’ve missed blogging and reading other’s blogs. It’s good to be back.

GOING POTTY

Again, with all that’s gone on the last couple of weeks, I totally forgot to show off my first photoworthy wheel thrown pots. So, without further ado, here they are.

Today’s a pottery class day. Hopefully, I’ll have something to show off by the end of class – if I can remember to take a picture!

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. Aristotle

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Fee, Fie, FO No

July 4, 2013July 4, 2013 mud&stringLeave a comment

NOT OFF THE NEEDLES

OK, so I didn’t pull an all-nighter to finish Mr. Iknead’s socks, though as slow a knitter as I am, it would have been impossible anyway. I remember now why Mr. Iknead only gets a new pair of hand knit socks every other year or so – it takes so long and as man feet go, Mr. Ikneads aren’t what would be considered large. It feels like I’ve been working on them since, oh, I don’t know, the last ice age, maybe. The heel turn is tantalizingly close; I think that’s what has kept me going the last day or so. I’m committed to finishing them, so I’ll keep plodding onward.