Happily Humping on St. Patrick’s Day

I have been stalking the mailbox for the past few days in anticipation of the arrival of…

HUMP AND SLUMP MOLDS!

I put them into action immediately.

Little Blue Monster With No Teeth

No teeth here, just wavy red and turquoise ceramic lips, ready to conceal.

Could be a fish cave. Or a scareslug. (Like a scarecrow, except for slugs.)

The Cave of Orange Creme

I started making fish caves because I felt bad for my betta fish who had to spend all day and all night inside their respective fish bowls.

One day I came home to find a what looked to be a dried up leaf on the floor next to the fish bowls. That’s odd, I thought. How did a leaf end up all the way on the second floor of the house?

Upon further inspection, I discovered that the dried up leaf was the post suicidal corpse of my purple veil tail, D’Mitri. After almost two years he had become so bored with his life that he jumped out of his bowl.

Don’t let this happen to your beloved fish and sea creatures. Give them something to explore, something to do, and don’t forget to re-arrange the environment every month! (This really comes in handy when introducing new fish to a group tank, too.)

Winter Restlessness.

Dan: That’s a weird sound!
Me: … Judy Collins?
Dan: No, that wet slapping sound you make when you’re patting your scones into rounds.

My day job is almost as amusing as the rest of my life. For that I am extremely thankful.

If I were to do ceramics full time I would probably go nuts because I would be working alone. No funny musings, just me going crazy because I forgot that I was the one who ate all the granola bars because I would be the only one around.

Hence, why ceramics is currently my third job. I love it and I plan to continue.

In THE FLESH.

I had a show tonight with like 40 other artists and I REALLY wanted to remain somewhat anonymous in the crowd but they made me wear a damn name tag.

Shuttlecock

Ha. Like that time we thought Cheapo Discs was heaven in middle school and I bought that 99 cent cd titled… you guessed it. SHUTTLECOCK!

Or that akward moment when you run into your old highschool athletic director and he asks you if you’d like to be their badminton coach.

Coming soon: Suburban Living for fish

Ta dah! Silhouette houses for the fishies. I am also making one to send over to the UK because it is going to be reviewed for an aquarium magazine/forum/website.

My last post made me a little paranoid about copycats. As a youth I was always giving the copycats of my class regular beatings, but how can one punch another over the internet? CARRY ON!

Ghost Repellent

Cousin Paige came along for the ride the other day because the studio is too damn creepy at night. It takes up almost an entire floor of a building but yet it only has one light switch located as far away from any of the entrances as possible. I let Peegs pick the colors.

No Cryin’ Unless Someone’s Dyin’

Today I learned that teardrop can be one word OR two. That’s right, I have a bachelors degree in teaching with high honors.

Oh College, what a joke. Maybe that’s why my sculptures have been representing teardrops and drooping lately.

Can you hear that? The worlds smallest violin is playing a sad song just for meeee.

By the way, that teardrop is a fish cave incase you didn’t know.

Well… Bullet Holes…

So. The wax resist I used didn’t resist much, turning my dandelions into bullet holes.

Good lord.