I was walking early and took an awful spill on the ice. My left wrist is still recovering from the 2 spills I took on icy sidewalks a year ago. Twas a very mild spill this time, but my 2 wrists and back feel like I was playing hockey all day. Without pads.
So I was gloomy about that BUT then I hear that good friends of mine lost their house in a fire (they are Ok but lost everything) and even worse, a potter friend of mine, the sweetest man, just died, and he was YOUNG dammit.
So, I'll survive a little spill on the ice, you betcha, and make cookies later.
BUT the point here is, of course, I wanted to totally spring clean my studio. I have had so many visitors lately and what they see is a dirty mess. It is still, 8 hours later, a dirty mess BUT I wanted to have a couple of distinct display areas for the very best items that are for sale, rather than the odd mix of dirty socks and towels next to gorgeous teapots that I had. None of this means anything to you, I am sure, and the pics below probably look pretty chaotic, BUT to me a thorough cleaning, filling a bag with trash etc feels GOOD.
Hey, where'd Michelle Pfeiffer come from?