This is what happens when your studio is too crowded

This is what happens when your studio is too crowded,you are a huge klutz, and you set a pot precariously on the edge of the carving table.
Imagine the cussing and yelling my neighbors got an earfull of yesterday.

The day the rabbits came to town...

My friend Christina, owner of a wonderful shop called Just Be , is making her Christmas window. It will be a wonderland filled with all sorts of wintery outdoorsy things. Last month she called and asked for some of my rabbits and birds for the window. She designed this window for a downtown window competition and I sure hope she wins! Good Luck Miss Christina!

Here are some of the rabbits getting ready for their debut in the window. They are looking forward to being models and preening for the customers.





I wanted to have a different pose for the rabbits. I imagined them in the snow sliding on their bellies with their legs flying out behind them. These are so fun to make and I will have to do some bigger ones. The picture is slightly washed out. When they are glazed I will post them so they show up better.

And finally an updated picture of the girl in the white dress ( for lack of a better name ).
I thought she was finished but she kept calling me back. She may still need some work?

Update...new work

Here is the finished peacock vase with glaze.
And a grouping of crow boxes.
Then a new skinny neck bottle with roses.


























and the finished???? small painting.
Is it done?
I couldn't make the hand work. and she seemed to need a dress. In my mind it is an eyelet dress, stiff cotton, hanging straight out from her body, crinkley with starch. I may have to give it more detail to achieve the feeling that I want. Or she may just need another painting of her in a full dress with patent shoes.
And I am ambivalent about her hair. I think it needs more detail but I haven't figured out how I want the hair to come out. Any ideas will be welcome!

It's a doggy post

I can't help it I have to share.
So me and Will were at Target (big shopping store) at the Halloween discount isle. I was looking at the the hanging costumes when I saw this ugly brown shiny thing. I picked up the bag and it was a mullet wig. I told Will ( college professor) that he should get it and wear it to class. He picked it up and said it's a mullet for a dog. Well, I had to have it for my friend Nicole's dog Lu Lu. When we got home I couldn't resist. Who could? And boy right after the picture, when Will let go of Blue, the other dogs tore that mullet off of her and they played chase with it for a good while.
I haven't laughed so hard in at least a year.

Peacocks and Crows

I wanted to make another murder of crows box, one that would also be a rattle. So this one is without a drawer. The drawers are complicated though I feel I am getting better at them. Because they are clay they don't slide well unless they fit perfectly. A lot of times in the kiln the clay will shift a little and so the drawers don't fit the way they should. This is very frustrating and causes me to throw tantrums and screaming fits when they come out of the kiln. It was nice not to have to worry with a drawer.















And here is the revival of the peacocks. A friend of mine asked for some peacock pieces so I revived the little devils in all their finery. I am trying to change the image a little by making myself try to get the feel of feathers in the carving. We will see if I can manage that challenge.






























And here is a little painting I started last week.
Lots of work to be done here.

Oh My! It's Fall Again...

It's Fall. And so beautiful now that we have moved to the new house. Don't get me wrong. Fall was beautiful at the old house. But the new house has really old trees and quite a bit of land. The trees rustle and quietly speak the whole day through. The crows are loud and rascally reminding me of their presence. I am a happy girl. I love sweaters and gloves and all things winter. I wear jeans and boots with relish. Collecting warm sweaters from Goodwill is a hobby. And now that Hubby doesn't wash my sweaters anymore, I can actually fit in them from year to year.