So Penny is cutely rolling around at 4:55 saying she wants her breakfast, per usual, and I awake from a night of dreaming about my old buddy from college, A. A. is a doctor on the faculty of Harvard Medical School, but once he was a little weenie freshman like me (except he studied a whole hell of a lot more, etc). The other day A. is reading my heroic blog post 1 1/2 weeks ago about getting a sexy tattoo and he turns and tells his wife "hey, I'm gonna get a tattoo!" and his wife says "No you're not. What kind of tattoo are you gonna get?" and A. replies "a Tasmanian Devil on my A$$! Taz on my Azz!".
In the dream, we pretty much went from one dorm room to another eating lasagne then ice cream bars then chocolate chip cookies.....
I used my baby kiln yesterday and fired 3 pieces, pictured below. I am EXTREMELY excited about the yellow jar with 3 pigs. It is, to my mind, SUPERB.
The swirly cups are, you know like in the movies, the little clacking thing and they say "glaze test take 12" CLACK at the start of yet another scene attempt? Well, this glaze test of mine remains stubbornly olive drab after maybe 12 attempts. Luckily my pal Nancy likes my glaze tests and says she LOves olive drab. I want to push this glaze color to teal. Back to the drawing board.
(pottery by Gary Rith)