We did sell some stuff, and fortunately at the end of the day, a family came by that my dad knew from work, and the woman, who is an awesome bead maker, went home with two of my brother's kilns and a casting machine: three large pieces of equipment that we needed to find good homes for. I hope they suit her needs and she is able to make some great stuff with them. It was a little hard to say good bye to the casting machine (a centrifugal caster for lost wax casting) but since we have had it over 10 years and have never used it, it was probably best for it to go to someone who might be more likely to use it. still, ouch. BTW, we still have a big giant potters' kickwheel that we are lookign for a home for...any local potters out there?
Ok, so my friend Katie Hacker had a really great idea for a post this week, called Then and Now. In it, she posted a picture of old things she made, in an attempt to show how far along she has come. Kind of like the Flashback Fridays I was doing for a while. I figured, with taking a trip to my parents house (and back in time a little) I would surely find something old I had made to do my own Then and Now post with. Indeed, the perfect thing presented itself to me:
I'm your only friend, I'm not your only friend, but I'm a little glowing friend, but really I'm not actually your friend, but I am. Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch, who watches over you; make a little birdhouse in your soul. Not to put too fine a point on it: say I'm the only bee in your bonnet; make a little birdhouse in your soul. I have a secret to tell from my electrical well: it's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells. So the room must listen to me, filibuster vigilantly. My name is blue canary one-word spelled l-i-t-e. My story's infinite like the Longiness Symphonette: it doesn't rest. There's a picture opposite me of my primitive ancestry which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free. Though I respect that a lot, I'd be fired if that were my job, after killing Jason off and countless screaming argonauts. Bluebird of friendliness like guardian angels, its always near(and while you're at it, leave the nite lite on inside the birdhouse in your soul)