Now when its nice and warm and sunny out, I hide out on the porch and paint pottery.
When it’s freezing cold outside I choose to venture out into the woods.
What the hell happened to me?
So I found this magical dumpster full of bottlecaps that I once saw in a dream.
Now it is gone.
No, I am not tripping balls. It actually existed at one point in time.
Some Etsy snobs call this a filler listing, but I call it variety hour.
Closing up the summer with a road trip and too much bisqueware. I haven’t forgotten about you, WordPress. I’ve been merely ignoring.
Painting more pieces instead of dipping them in glaze. Also very time consuming.
Fall, here we come.
So if you were lucky enough to live below me… your porch would have a nice big fat blob of clay on it today. But that’s what you get for telling tall tales to the landlord, you whiney little asshole, you.
I got free press somewhere, or i’m assuming I did because shitty shitty June June is suddenly exploding with sales and custom orders.
The cosmos are going bat shit crazy as well.http://www.etsy.com/shop/whitecitrus
“Hey dude… She double dogs…”
This crystal meteor is tumbling towards earth at record speed. Duck and cover isn’t going to save you now.
And here we see ol’ Mister Moody,
Wearing such a gloomy frown.
But turn him upside down and see …
What did you expect?