Thursday, September 26, 2013
So, this little man, plus my three other kiddos have been keeping me on my toes these past several months, but I am slowly starting to take pottery appointments. It feels good to create and work with my hands again. The other night I was up late in a quiet house, working on an order. It was surprisingly therapeutic -- designing, cutting, stamping, smoothing, measuring. Doing something new with every piece. I had forgotten how much I missed it! After the noise of four children throughout the day, working in the still of the night is a relief -- a meditation. I have been collecting random ideas in the space of time that I have been on my pottery hiatus, and I am ready to experiment with new designs and hopefully get some stock back in my etsy account to sell. I am ready for a fresh start.
Here is work from the other night.
I will still need to transfer my work back and forth to another potter's kiln until I get my own set up (renters woes), but it shouldn't add TOO much time to production. I am going to cross my fingers for a slab roller for Christmas. Hopefully I can swing it as a gift to myself with the money I make from ornaments this year. It would help speed things up SO much. We shall see!
If you are local to the WNC area and would like to set up an appointment, please email: katie.whereisthumbkin (at) gmail.com :)
Friday, March 22, 2013
Saturday, August 18, 2012
(with a boy)
Nicholas has found a family!
Two very exciting pieces of news for you today! I just found out about Nicholas today from a friend, and we don't know any details yet. But being able to go downstairs to announce to my family that the boy we had been praying for is FINALLY going to have a family of his very own was like a miracle! We all cheered and I couldn't help but sob like a baby. THANK GOD.
Now, the pregnancy. I actually have known about that for quite some time. ;) In fact, the day we picked up the keys for the new house was the morning I took the pregnancy test. Good timing, eh? So I am now 19 weeks along, and just about halfway through, if you can believe it. We weren't expecting a new one, thinking 40 was the end of the road for me. I used to become wistful, missing my newborns, wondering if my last was really meant to be my last, and just finally came to accept it. And then -- SURPRISE!!!!
Everything is going really well, even though my OB told me that I was now considered a "VAMA" (VERY Advanced Maternal Age), which means CRAZY old, I guess! I am trusting my body to know what to do, since this is the 4th one and I seem to handle pregnancy well in general. I need to remember to cherish this period of time, since this will SURELY be the last baby coming along. Remember the gentle kicks, remember the heartbeats we hear at the OB visits, remember the belly hugs from his siblings and daddy, remember everything...
Thursday, May 3, 2012
We are moving!
I grew up practically a gypsy, our family only staying in one house no longer than about 5 years at a time. When I got married, we lived in a teeny apartment with my cat, for about 4 months. Then we moved to a little old blue house in our hometown across the street from his parents. After 8 months, we moved to a sturdy brick house right next door to his parents, who had bought the house after their elderly neighbor died. After a couple of years, a dog and a baby, we were ready to strike out on a new life adventure, and headed to the Appalachians. We found the cutest log cabin with a bright red tin roof and a huge porch at the end of a little mountain road, and although we were quite broke, we were happy.
After a year and a half, we had leave our little cabin, due to our expanding family, and the hour-long drive to the office. We were ready for more space and were excited to move, but it was the only place where I actually cried when it hit me that we were leaving. Goodbye, little log cabin with the red tin roof. (sob) We moved into a 2 bedroom brick ranch that was nestled in a little farming community with a panoramic view of rolling pasture land. Our daughter was born soon after we moved in, and our youngest son a few years later. This is the only home they have ever known. My daughter is in 2nd grade now, and it just seems so unreal to me that time has flown by so quickly. We have been here nine years. So many memories!
But the time has come again. The new place is on a mountain road, and it has wonderful outside space. There are woods for roaming, a million plants and flowers that someone lovingly put around the yard, and paths to a sheltered picnic area with a fire pit. Not to mention more bedrooms, a second bathroom (thank GOD), a dining room (no shuffling chairs around the kitchen, trying to fit everyone), a pantry (yes!), linen closet (yes!), a craft/computer room (YES!), and a place for my kiln right outside the kitchen door. Or maybe the basement. I haven't quite figured out that part yet, but I am thrilled to just know that there will be more space for my pottery.
There will be some growing pains, I am sure. I worry about my oldest (with autism and DS) adjusting to a new environment, leaving the world behind that he has always known. We are lucky, though. He actually takes after us in loving travel, and exploring new places. I *think* he will be just fine. The bigger worry is the transition to middle school. UGH, I don't even want to think about that.
Change can be hard. It can even make us sad about the things we are leaving behind. But change can lead us out of the rut we never knew we were in until it actually happens and the world opens up for us.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Is this the funniest Valentine or what? I just adore how it turned out. Many thanks go out to Craft Monkey, who featured a tutorial on her blog, using Picnik. Picnik is apparently going to cease to exist in April, joining with Google+, BUT until then the premium features are free. Darn, just when I discovered something cool.
Happy Valentine's Day!