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?
I am torn between the guaranteed market niche of ceramic fish cavey things…
Or the guaranteed yet saturated niche market of crazy cat ladies.
Man, what a wild Thursday night.
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.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: One of my lovely fish caves inside of my cousins over crowded incest tank.
Yes. I know.
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…”
What is the significance of this day in history? You’ll never know. Instead take a peep into my inventory drawer.
Will I find the motivation to create in the summer? Stay tuned and find out.