My dog is deaf, and other stories.

Yeah.

It’s sad.

Willow is finally hearless, which is decidedly better than headless as the autocorrect preferred.

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Here she is ignoring Wally because Wally can still hear. And Wally is covering his face with the boredom of it all.

Wally can be a bit dismissive that way.

Poor Willow.

I think she’s depressed.

In other news.

There’s a new mug in town.

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I love it.

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The tea tastes good in it, although the cup is a bit too chunky for a truly exceptional drinking experience.

Tea should occupy a more refined vessel, in my opinion. Not necessarily bone china and roses you understand, but a little less of a heavy handle would have done wonders. And the black interior is a little,

well, black.

But it is a really nice cup and I like looking at it, and the added bonus here is that it likes looking back at me.

Albeit a tad critically.

I shall call it my, Oh, so you think that’s going to work do you!, mug.

See more of Steve Hansen’s work – HERE.

I’ve only been in the studio twice since my family left.

Bit down in the dumps.

But!

I have been sorting through a life time of stuff which has been lurking in the dark places.

Good night Louise! You turn your back for twenty five years and what happens.

Stuff everywhere!

Actually not just in the dark places. In plain sight also.

Very daring.

Well now it’s gone. A lot of it anyway. I’ve still got the upstairs to do, but I have been ruthless and it feels good.

In fact I had to catch myself sometimes and remember that I didn’t have to give it all away. I could keep some things back for myself and not get so carried away.

I sort of went into a trance like, lets get rid of it all, mwahahaha, state, which was getting a little despotic.

I managed to catch myself in time before the silver went out with the old clothes however.

Whew.

Actually, I haven’t got any silver, except for some cutlery, and that’s only plated. Still what would we have done at Christmas.

Good save I say.

The assisted ministry place spurred me into action. Almost a third of my house now resides in their resale shop.

O.K. maybe a third of a third of a third, but anyway, a lot.

And this morning I go for orientation to begin volunteering there, but I think it wouldn’t be too much of an exaggeration to say that before I actually start the world would have most likely killed itself and turned half its cities into rubble.

So maybe I should just stay home and drink some more tea.

Nah.

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About coldfeetstudio

I am English, but live in Houston, TX. I have a degree in Sculpture. I love to make art. I sell my art for charity as I believe there should be no reason for someone to go hungry in this world. I am a wife, mother, pottery maker, jewelry maker, quilt maker, painter, cat lover, and, dog liker. And I am very fortunate to be all these things. View all posts by coldfeetstudio

8 responses to “My dog is deaf, and other stories.

  • nkcornett

    I’m very impressed to hear you kept up the purging so long. My bouts never last that long. I enjoyed seeing you use the word “ruthless” because that is exactly what I say when I’m pumping myself up for a good purge. “You need to get ruthless, Nancy! No stopping to sentimentally visit old memories associated with stuff. Be ruthless – you don’t use it. It’s taking away space in your home and serenity in your head. Out it goes! Ruthlesssssssss!” Sometimes, OK most times, I react just like Wally and cover my eyes with the boredom of it all. But once in a while it actually works and I go running off towards whatever hapless pile, closet, or room that has caught my eye. I have to toss, donate, and get it out of the house as quickly as possible because, as I mentioned, it doesn’t last long. Once the ruthless mania fizzles out I’ve been known to decide I can’t possibly do without things that had already been consigned to the Purple Heart boxes. Stay strong!

  • Penny Cordova

    Awww, what a cute kitty! I have a cat that looks almost exactly like Wally. His name is Smokey. If there was a way to paste a picture in here I would do it so you could see him, but I tried and it didn’t work. Oh well……but seriously they could be brothers. Love the mug!

  • Sally G

    Sounds as if you need a friendly little push to get you back “in the swing,” which you recently said you haven’t been in. Maybe it would help to visit the blog of someone who sounds like one of your kindred spirits. Have you read Fig&Me at http://www.figandme.com/blog/?

    The writer makes beautiful dolls and sometimes writes stories to accompany their pictures in her posts. I hope she inspires you to get back into the studio. The rest of us need people like you and her to give us beauty in the midst of world chaos.

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