I Aten’t Ded. Not yet, anyways.
The Folk Fest went pretty well on Sunday, all things considered. The organizers deserve our eternal thanks for being able to transplant us to Mile One. But what an exhausting rollercoaster of a weekend! I wound up falling asleep in the tub the Monday after.
I’ve been pretty much away from the studio all week. I was in long enough to roll out some slabs, but other than that, I haven’t poked the place with an eleven-foot pole. I am taking some time off.
 Which I am about to spend reading old issues of Ceramics Monthly and sketching interesting embroidery patterns that could be used in tiles. How did that become time off?