It's something I've never done before...

I wanted to write a drawn out post about these two awesome people I worked with at camp, Fred in 2009 and Mycah in 2013.  I think the best part is that they both loved me to pieces each separate year.  I do my best at camp to make friends with everyone and then the rude people end up weeding themselves out, but those that show their appreciation for me in return...OH IT'S JUST SO GREAT!

I'm excited, and this is one of two (R+P) weddings that I'm genuinely excited about! I know both of these great humans and can't wait to celebrate!  Best of all, the wedding is at camp!  I can't get away from that place, thank God.

In the art of Thanksgiving...I'm thankful for these two and cannot wait to help them to celebrate.  Their kind of love is the kind I hope to someday share with someone.

Pots and Roberts

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      Apparently one should sit up straight and with their feet flat on the floor to achieve a healthy posture and avoid stressing the muscles in our necks and angering our hips... Alas, I sit "Indian Style".  The other day I actually used the saying, "Crisscross-applesauce", which only makes sense on account that is indeed what people are saying these days and I fear (over-dramatization) no child will understand such a pose as "Indian Style."  

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  Have you ever experienced only knowing someone through technology?  I am having a fit over Tanya.  She once ignored an email I sent and so I was annoyed, and today she called me asking me to call her back yet having left her place of work.  How space cadet can you be to not say when I may call you back, especially if you plan on leaving 20 minutes after making the call.  Tanya!  I'm not impressed.  Let me reiterate that she ignored a reply to the only email she ever sent to me asking me for important documentation. Face palm.

      Some days I'm not impressed with myself, but that's mainly when people ask me if I can make huge ass flower pots...wait, I'm totally over that.  Making a huge ass flower pot has nothing on being able to make a ton of tiny flower pots (that's a lie because it obviously means that you're a very strong person if you can throw over 4 lbs of clay).  I'm so relaxed with myself these days, it's beautiful.  I don't ever disappoint myself, I don't ever freak out over wasted material (unless it's bubble wrap), and I don't like not having enough money to build my tiny house faster...wait...

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Hold on...That sounds a lot like me not being cool with myself! 

And now, a list of cons of working for yourself and being new at it.

1. I have no idea how to balance income with my spending.

2. I don't get paid by the hour and I work almost every day of the week.

3. If I don't feel like it, it doesn't get done.

4. It's hard to keep money in the bank since it's hard to have a business without spending money.

5. With that money not in the bank it makes it hard to make dreams come true in a dreamy amount of time.

6. Mom wants money for my firing of pots apparently...she doesn't understand that she can have free pot anytime all the time...as long as I have clay.  I fear she resents me being born. (hahaha!)

7. I feel lazy since I sit on my butt all day because I have no real dedication to exercising.

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I cannot stand the idea of cats getting hurt or in fights.  I say that because I threw myself from this chair unaware of what caused my cat to howl the most disgusted howl a cat could make and it ended up being over a stray that was sitting on the front porch. Dumb! I got so flustered! Growing up having so many cats, we've probably had over twenty cats by now, and even witnessing them being born, I must say that a cat's attitude is fine by me BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL DIFFERENT.  Never again will I just go along with a cat hater's opinion or positively reinforce their ideas...even if I have to lie!  A cat's attitude though is a set up for having another part of me that has to work on not thinking about things too much when a cat dies or goes missing because I can't let sadness rule me. + I saw them when they were born and it was beautiful, but it's a shame that they're gone. + I tried to save your life but no one else did and now you're gone-gone. + You fought with...oh my gosh, I'll stop.  This is awful how things come swarming back into my brain yet I must essentially ignore even the possibility of being sad. They're smart but then they're not smart, ya know?!

On a semi-lighter note...

The names of most of our cats over time: Mischief, Midnight, Matilda, Max, Spunky, Midnight [again], Sadie, Molly, Peaches, Sweet Pea, Boots, Bite Me, Buster, Whiskers, Boo, April, Momma Kitty, Pretty Kitty, Thomas J, Tom, Dusty, Puff, Wayne, Sylvester

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I'm so sleepy! Just waiting 30ish more minutes to turn up the kiln so that I can have a giant pot to look at.  Oh my goodness I'm totally pumped, yet also not actually totally pumped since anything could happen and I don't want to get my hopes up.  As I was walking it to the kiln I had a vision of it breaking and me firing broken pieces so that I could later glue it together.  Or maybe I would have a gold smith or whatever piece them together with gold.

Con about not living where you work...feeling like a bum when you take a nap on your parents couch and not being able to be ready for bed right when the kiln is set to high. Ok, now it's actually a 30 minute wait...I'll kill it with Netflix.





I feel like you're putting a wall up...

Words Words Words

      I decided to check up on stumbleupon.com and the very first thing I came upon was a page full of quotes.  Some confusing without anything to visualize, and one I decided to memorize.  Some were sad while others were full of that lust for love. 

      My good friend, after stating that she was "open to love," asked if I was open to it.  I honestly don't remember my response but when I'm away from the initial sting of such a deep question I think: I'm open to anything but feeling like I need love to be awesome.  Love from a singular man or a singular woman that is. I will love my friends and family first, hoping for nothing but the return of love.   

“You just need to know this is the first time I’ve ever done this without looking for an exit row.
And I’m pretty sure my seat can’t float but I’ve already fallen from the sky for you,
Already said no to the parachute,
Already told my mother you curse like a sailor and you love like the war is finally over and you have just come home and you are running down the dock in the harbor and you’re screaming my name.
You’re screaming “honey”
and I’m screaming “don’t trip”
and you’re screaming “honey honey”
and I’m screaming “baby don’t fall down”
I am running for your red lips
I am running for your red heart
With my red heart
Red as a Mississippi sunset
Honey”

–Andrea Gibson, “Honey”

“You cracked hourglass, with sand spilling from behind your ribs: you wasted my time.”
– Rudy Francisco, “Scars”

“I kiss temporary lips with permanence
Hoping that I can train them to stay
I love temporary people with permanence
Hoping that I can train them not to leave
And when they do
I claim to have seen it coming
I am incapable of forgetting
A scrapbook memory of skin and heartbeat
Of touch and moments
I know not to look directly into eyes
For they can be blinding
And I still
Do it anyway”

– Danielle Shorr, “I Will Regret This In The Morning”

“Only one girl has ever really wrapped my stomach into pretzels.
She didn’t give me butterflies.
She gave me pterodactyls.
I’m talking terrible internal bruising and the first time I kissed her was like the first time I saw fireworks,
which was like the sky first kissing me in the eyeballs.”

– Watsky, “Nothing Like The First Time”

“Your voice is the only alarm that I’ll actually wake up to.
Your laugh is that one song they play way too much on the radio, but for some reason, I still love it.
Your smile is the only thing that makes me hate mornings a little less.
Your hands are my security, like knowing that even when I drive you nuts, you’re still gonna reach for me.
And my arm always falls asleep when you do because I just want to be able to hold you even in your dreams.”

– Sy Stokes & Ari Eastman, “Cuddle Poem”

What A Real Woman Looks Like

Ari Eastman

Real women have curves.
Real women don’t.
Real women have pillowy breasts that move and dance.
Real women have mastectomies to remove cancerous cells.
Real women have skin and bones and a heart beat.
and a softness
Or hardness.
Real women are rough around the edges
or delicate and ethereal.
Real women have a heart that whispers with murmurs and occasional irregularities.
Real women wake up at 5 am to feel their tennis shoes smack against pavement.
Real women wake up at 11 am because they were up the night before
tending to families
or themselves,
learning how to love the pieces they’ve been told to hate.
Real women have 10 fingers
Real women have 9 fingers.
Real women have an amputated arm.
Real women are in wheelchairs
Real women fuck with ease.
Real women wait until marriage.
Real women believe in God
in Goddesses
in a religion they find within others.
Real women spit gravel and can toss you to the wolves if you look at them the wrong way.
Real women offer open hearts and places to rest,
places to stay until you can find something more permanent.
Real women are Bruce Jenner,
Laverne Cox
Real women overflow with love.
Real women guard their emotions,
an unopened envelope,
they do not give away their words to just anyone.
Real women read books.
Real women drink whiskey.
Real women are recovering alcoholics and work to stay that way.
Real women download Tinder because they want to hook up.
Real women download Tinder because they want real love.
Real women have plastic surgery.
Real women don’t wear an ounce of makeup.

Real women get to decide
what makes them
real.

Not you.

Ding ding ding!

I got to help my dad and brother put cement in the holes. Now the base is in the ground and ready for finishing!

Hohertz Ceramics is now on Etsy...

 

I renewed my Etsy account yesterday and put up some bowls and tiny cups for customers to choose from.  Check out Hohertz Ceramics! :)  The items in the picture above, however, are sold at the artisans market on Gibson Street and South Congress in Austin, Texas.
It took a lot of hours plugging everything in but I think this is the best move to make right now so that I don't have a flea market vibe anymore to my booth.  I went from looking like Ross to looking like Macy's...maybe.  Check out what I mean at www.facebook.com/hohertzceramics

Step by step. Weekend by weekend.

Today my dad and my brother picked up the metal being used for my tiny house foundation. Now it's chillin' out in the rain. Progress, eh?
I wonder how the holes are holding up to the rain...I don't wanna know.

Slowly but surely...

Things are getting started, but sadly not finished.  The rocks deep in the ground kept the auger from doing a tip top job. We're at least a foot deep for each of the 8 holes so tomorrow I get to hit rocks with this pole thing and dig further down by way of shovel. Eh, at least we're one half step closer. The newest plan is to build the frame and attach the "piers" then set the whole thing in concrete so we can just level the entire thing at once instead of blah blah blah (the longer process).  Maybe, just maybe, someone will come over to help me!
P.S. a one man auger is more safely managed by two men because I saw what happened when it was the one man one emily show. Eek.