Traveling. A window seat is a must. The view never fails to take my breath away. “How sweet to be a cloud. Floating in the blue!” - A. A. Milne
Squirrel!
Would you look at that! It's mid-October. And here I am running around like a squirrel gathering nuts before the snow falls! Instead of gathering nuts . . . I'm glazing and firing. Glazing and firing. Repeat. Mugs, after their 1st firing, waiting to be glazed. Glazed mugs drying. When I'm not glazing and firing,... Continue Reading →