Sleeping Around
I made my
own bed this morning for the last time for over a month. I folded over my
trusty Hudson’s Bay blanket and said see ya later to the two Clyde Jones snakes
with the buckhorn nut eyes that protect me from evil women during my beauty
rests.
I had to
finish up these bowls this morning before packing my bags for a month in
Paradise. I trimmed them and added the thrown foot. What do you say about a man
with big feet………… big shoes? I like putting a pedestal foot on these bowls as
it makes them look more elegant and of course less functional. They are now a
center piece on the table instead of stacked in a cupboard somewhere. Here you
thought I was just a cute face.
Mountains don’t have ribbon handles you say.
Mine do! Let’s just say I’m bringing a bit of city bling bling to the mountain
folk. I sure hope I don’t hear banjos.
By the end
of the month I will wake up during the night and be wondering where I am
sleeping.. My bathroom at home is directly across the hall from my bedroom
otherwise known as The Unemployment Office so I hope I don’t get up in the
middle of the night somewhere and have a pee in someone’s closet. I can see workshop invitations just pouring in
after this post.
I have had
potters tell me they would like to do what I do- travel, meet all kinds of other
artists, go out for dinners, potlucks and all kinds of frivolity. Maybe I’d
like to do what you do. Stay at home with Jack and the gang, enjoy my own bed,
see my day lilies bloom, train my clematis to cloth the Fran tree, go to Clarke’s
for my heart attack on a plate Sunday morning and spark up my Husqvarna man
machines to keep The Cactus Lounge looking tickady boo.
I love
sleeping around. It allows me to come home and appreciate what I have here in
my Paradise. Paradise is your home no matter where it is.
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