when something is wrong, a person tends to think that a fix will make everything perfect.
instead, a fix makes us human.
Friday, June 26, 2009
I've been making a lot of phone calls lately
Sunday, June 21, 2009
what about knitting now?
I do knit a lot, but my time is mostly spent on the blanket. I'm currently carrying it in a briefcase.
Little Sister's baby on the way means I get to knit CUTE baby stuff. oh my god cute. my uterus is weeping so openly it's not even wiping its nose.
my barter system* has been working out very well. I'm getting some wonderful glazes. it's great.
bad news, though! water has gotten under a plate on my wheel! I've gotten in touch with the lovely people at Thomas Stuart, and hopefully they will be able to help me not destroy my favorite piece of furniture.
* give • receive
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
wonderfulness
I've sold enough bobbin bowls to make a few more.
(swinging pocket watch)
you have an irresistible urge to buy my art and join the party of chickens.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
things I like
I got to smile and laugh. I'm prepping yarn to dye and formatting the memo due today. I'm thinking about how I will make a ceramic piece for my personal code of conduct, due week five. (I'll probably go with the God's Tooth theme)
amaco came out with thirteen new potter's choice glazes. that is my favorite series, too. look!
here are some more wonderful things:
- my friends
- President Coolidge
- (two good articles at Heritage.org and Vermont Division for Historic Preservation)
- Jaydiohead
- pretty much all music
- when people buy my stuff on etsy
- being in love
- smiling
- the glowing right before it rains
- mirapex and provigil
- Palmer
- yarn. jeez. obvious!
- Perky's
- that my mom, who is 53, is PADI certified, and did so in the past year
- when my brother plays guitar and sings
- art
- my 0/5 brush
- my hardwood comb
- Marie Catrib's
- juice
- clean laundry
- the party of chickens
- my family
- clay. clay. clay.
- chocolate soy milk
- that the beau reads to me
- "magic" bandages
- clean sheets
- getting the sheets dirty
- making functional items from scratch
- the ridiculous amount of opportunity available to me
- playfulness
Friday, May 29, 2009
unearned exhaustion
seven hours into firing yesterday, the power went out. it was down for 45 minutes. afterwards, I restarted the kiln.
it continued to run for the next 16 hours.
I'm afraid to open it. how badly do you think my work was destroyed? I had some pretty nice pieces in there, too. (deep breath) loss is a part of life.
however, sometimes I pretend this is not true. for example, I tore a hole in the bottom of this bowl while trimming the foot.

wouldn't a dramatic foot look nice on that bowl? how about this?

I have yet to succeed with a separately-attached foot, so send good energy. haha I think I might send it to Catholic school crush... back in the day, I tried to make him a ridiculous ashtray.

remember what I said about feet?
anyway, for some reason I want to send him one of my best pieces. I'm still angry that he was so willing to give up on me. AND that now I can't listen to Elvis Perkins because they sound pretty much exactly the same.
IN OTHER NEWS!
what would a post from me be without chickens?

we are on
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
why yes, I am familiar with the concept of elegant variation!
Good morning!
My art needs love. I need love, too, but I don’t have the misfortune of being stacked and lonely on a basement shelf. Or under folding tables.
See the art. Desire the art. Hold the art as your own. Make an offer, either barter or monetary. We’ll work something out.
Just to be clear:
• Art that needs some lovin’
• Barter suggestions (i.e.: stuff I want)
And, of course, you can always reach me via email at shine@thedelicion.com.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
and another thing
none of my works were selected for the festival.
okay. done with that.
Cooley is in week two of the 2009 Trinity term, which means that I'm in my second week back at school after having withdrawn last term. I did not want to withdraw last term. Doing so made me feel lazy, weak, and histrionic. However, I am glad I withdrew, because I actually do want to do well in school and I wouldn't have had I not withdrawn.
One of my hesitations was losing touch with the Chipman class. You are a wonderful class, both in and out of the classroom. I worried that, because we are in different classes now, we would drift apart.
We haven't.
Everyone (students, professors, and staff) I encounter is unspeakably kind. Those of you with whom I have had the fortune of continued interaction have sympathized with my struggles and cheered my successes. When I go to school, I enter a community of people who care deeply for one another.
I'm flattered to be one who is so cared for and grateful for the fortunate opportunity to participate in such a community. Thank you.




