Feline Medicine

I will have an ongoing coupon code until the end of 2015. Use the code WHITE10 over and over at checkout for 10% off in my obscure pottery store.

Feline Medicine.

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White Friday

The White Stuff.

While some are scrambling and trampling out in the big scary ominous malls, I am here, doing that ceramics business. This year was leaning towards oblique geometric lookin’ dishes, but now those pesky fish caves have taken the lead again.

Mind Playin’ Tricks on Me…

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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…”

The Cave of Orange Creme

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.

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.

Clearly, This Family Needs Help.

Clearly, This Family Needs Help.

INFIDELITY IN THE KILN!

The orange father and the flowered red and turquoise mother gave birth to a buttercream son.

I have tried to get them into counseling, but failed miserably, as ceramic sculpture therapy is a small, expensive market for the filthy rich and privileged only.