That clock I started a couple of weeks ago went from this...
My friend Maria's buxom chicken lady. Love her boots.
Two very old (body-builder) inlays that are still hanging around.
These pitchers still aren't bisqued!
I still have the page of the calendar from the day my aunt died. Is that odd?
No, this isn't as bizarre as it looks.
It's an old towel rack - I stupidly broke one side of this, and I couldn't bear to throw the other side away. Some day I will be at a flea market and find another half to this.
How NOT to glaze small tile. All of these leaves are overglazed and stuck to the shelf. That's what I get for listening to Linken Park while I'm glazing.
Perfect temperature, though.
Better job on these pieces.
Everyone needs a bottle of Zoloft hand soap in their shop, right?
Which brings me to my final thought - do other people have hands that are as messed up as mine are?
Mine look like they took a dip in the garbage disposal while it was running. They're cut and bruised and I think I have a broken bone, as well.
Off to work...