There once was a seamstress,
Who lived near the Rhine.
She refinished a ceiling,
She refinished a ceiling,
Made it look like washed pine.
She needed some buttons,
As odd as could be,
To add to her bags,
And gosh! she asked ME!
Today I woke up to find that everything I had hoped would be bone dry by morning in fact was, so I just closed the lid on this next bisque load and fired up the kiln. There are a few shelves stacked beneath this one with more bowls and stakes and some bud vases, I think. Funny, I must have a version of kiln load amnesia…once I pack it, I forget what I’ve put in there.
Branches are rustling gently in the breeze, birds are tweeting, the sun is warm...it's another perfect day for watermelon up in our treehouse.