I’ve spent the past few days curled up in bed under a pile of blankets and cats. There’s been a horrible death flu going around at work[1], and I finally started showing symptoms Wednesday, so I haven’t been anywhere near the studio in ages.
Before I got struck down, though, I got some enthusiastic ooh and aaahs over the cupped bowls, so I’m feeling happier about them. I also managed to trim the big bowl (I’m kinda surprised, but very relieved, that it fit on the giffin grip) and a few little dessert ones. I’ll get to inlaying the bugs on Tuesday, I hope.
[1] There are four people in the entire building still standing. No, really. And one of them only escaped by being in Boston when the contagion first started spreading; I’m expecting her to go down too pretty soon.
