One of the nice things about the pottery studio at the YWCA is that it's a 5-minute walk from my office. The bad thing about the pottery studio at the YWCA is that it's a 5-minute walk from my office.
Today, I had the idea that I could spend my lunch break doing some speed glazing. I think the pieces will turn out fine, but I was a little hampered in my creativity by:
1) the short time frame in which I had to work
2) the fact that I was wearing my office gear and hadn't brought any play clothes
I was laughing at myself as I carefully inserted the paint mixer into the big buckets of glaze and then tried to step back as I pressed the ON button. I had some close calls, but managed to get out of the studio with my pink shirt still pink and my black pants still black, and my shoes with just a bit of dust on them. Maybe it's time I made myself a smock.
Posted by Shokufeh at December 11, 2003 05:02 PMOh, this girl wears pink - good choice ;)
The website of this organization reads really interesting. Will you also show pictures of your pieces?
My pieces are not anything great - just little bowls and square plates. But maybe some of the ones with the nicer glazing jobs I'll post on my fotolog sometime (probably after we get back from the mainland).
You were in my dream last night.
ME?! What? Where? So before you post about, let me review that story ;) Ah, or just let me know how it goes, haha.
Posted by: mademoiselle a. at December 15, 2003 08:49 AMOr let me guess it -- you were eating stew, got confused with my name by calling me your brother's, while I bothered you with my silly pink and stripes stuff, hahahaha!
Posted by: mademoiselle a. at December 15, 2003 08:53 AMI was at this blogging meetup, except in dream-like fashion, I wasn't hanging with a group of people. And then you walked by and we greeted each other. But, of course, in dream-like fashion you didn't look like your picture on your blog, but I knew you were Anissa. Then you sat at the cafe table with me and my Austrian friend, and the two of you chatted in German.
In the meantime, across the street, CIA agents were hoisting themselves and another man up the side of a building. I guess it was supposed to be covert, but a crowd was gathered below, watching the operation. Oh, and the way you got there was that you were going to or coming from England, and the airline said it would be cheaper to go via New York. I'm not sure why I was in New York, or why it seemed like New Orleans.
*falls off her chair in wild laughter*
Ohhh, this is too good a dream! Man, Mossad is going to fire me now, you uncovered my identity! You're dangerous, lady!
Posted by: mademoiselle a. at December 16, 2003 09:56 AM