Snow Day!

The first big storm of the season rolled into town yesterday, and is still howling around now. There were power outages and work cancellations galore. I spent the day catching up on the last season of Doctor Who, reading “Ready Player One” by Ernest Cline[1], and drinking copious amounts of tea.


I also did studio stuff, which I guess is a side effect of having your work space inside your house. I threw and betentacled a bunch of cephalopots…





… got started painting the laundry room/muddy half of the studio (ie, the room where all the throwing has been happening)…




… and just hung out with the storm and the cats. My decision to bar them out of the work area lasted all of ten minutes, and then their piteous cries of “Let me IN, I want to SEE” defeated my resolve. They didn’t break anything, or eat anything they shouldn’t have. Although Eliu may someday regret his choice of hangout spot.






[1] Dystopian post-peak-oil virtual reality FTW. Also? I have retained a surprising level of 80s trivia. I’m actually getting almost all the references in the quest.[2]


[2] This may have less to do with my grasp of 80s trivia, and more to do with the author’s high familiarity with, and thorough use of, geekery. 




Here’s the paint job so far. The door needs another coat, the bottom trim still needs to be done, and I want the inside of the closet to be one shade or the other of blue. And the green could use a third coat in places. Other than that, the ex=bedroom half of the studio is almost ready to go… Just need some shelves and a floor.

Back At It

I took a week off from pottery. Just kinda had to. Between the gallery show and the mad rush to get ready for the craft fair, I hadn’t really had a break in aaaaages, and was starting to feel a wee bit burnt around the edges.

So I took a week off from it. I watched some movies[1]. I hung out with friends. I read up on medieval sexuality and Pratchett and the news. I watched my Christmas cactus bloom. I painted the kitchen yellow, and started painting the living room.

But today is a changing day. The snow is back on the ground, and I’ll be back at my wheel. Back into old rythms.

[1] Is it just me, or was Thor a) a really pretty movie, but b) slightly lacking in plot?[2]

[2] That said, I did very much like Heimdall’s little negotiation of the idea of defying the king without technically committing treason.