I’ve still been potting.
I made a few more boxes.
(I don’t like this one)
And the neat thing about this shape is
That it’s round when you look down on it.
I’ve also made a few bowls.
I’ve been experimenting with glazing.
And now they’re all in the kiln waiting for some more friends.
I’ve included some of N’s pots so that I can have more to experiment on.
Don’t tell her.
And that’s about it really.
Three weeks now until my dad comes to visit. Four until my sister comes to join us.
Let’s hope that this year I don’t go on an internet rock hunting buying spree because I can’t get into the studio while they’re here.
I’ve told you about my ‘stash’, and how I’m worried it might blow up your computers if I show it to you.
Because of the sheer volume of it.
Well, perhaps I need to start fessing up as my first step to recovery.
Last week I even sorted them into types. Do you think it’s getting a little out of hand?
Actually, it does make it easier for me to see what I have.
Perhaps this will help prevent me from buying more … one can only hope.
So here they are.
(Don’t look at them Danielle!)
Mexican Crazy Lace is one of my favourite stones. So you see, I have to buy them.
Not my fault.
(Don’t tell anyone, but I just got four more which haven’t quite made it to the sock drawer yet.)
Now tell me.
Who wouldn’t buy these?
Just look at them!
For when a girl’s just got to have a touch of ‘lellow’ in her life … and when asked about the stone she wears is also able to say the words,
– brecciated mookaite!
See. This isn’t so bad. They only have a half card.
These are also big favs. Got to love an opal.
See. There are only three of these!
All packed neatly into their little drawers.
Where I can find them easily.
Not quite as organized as my bench, but close.
So there’s only one thing for it.
I’m going to have to start getting up one hour before I go to bed to be able to set all of them.
Wally is exhausted just thinking about it.
And poor Willow.
I doubt she’ll be able to get up off that foot stool any time soon.
Dont’ judge me!
It’s a legitimate problem that only rock hounds understand.