Took myself out today to a place where there are a variety of craft projects and supplies, and you just walk in and decide to make something. There was a yarn room, ceramics, a pottery wheel, leatherworking, etc.
I picked out a bisque vase, painted it with acrylics, remembered what a fanatical perfectionist I am, tried to just roll with it, and had a great, solitary time. After I was done they sprayed it for me to give it that shiny seal. Then, I got to make pretty papers.
Here’s what I made
Here’s how I made the paper
I picked color combinations of scrap papers, added them to a blender with water, and liquified it. Then I poured that into a mold submerged in a pan of water, let it settle, then picked to mold up and the water drained out. Then I took the screened bottom out of the mold and put it on a tray, then used sponges to collect some of the water from the pulp. After that I transferred the screen and pulp to another area where I used paper to blot up even more excess water. (Ok, as an aside, that blotter paper was called a couch, written pronunciation of ‘kuch’ but when the lady was giving me the instructions out loud it sounds like ‘cooch’ and this kept cracking me up. Especially when talking about moving my ‘cooch’ over to the ironing board. Lol) Anyhoo, after most of the excess water was removed, I ironed the paper on both sides to further dry it. And that’s it!
Here’s a few shots from the paper-making process
It was awesome! I made 5 sheets of paper. I’m thinking that a couple of the sheets will be used for the covers of a little poetry book I’m working on.
Later, I treated myself to some good Mexican food (avocado enchilada, omm nom nomm!) and then got some new books from the library.
I haven’t written much lately. I’ve thought to myself many times, Hey, you should blog about this. But… Then I don’t. I’m in a transition, and I can’t even figure out what I’m doing long enough to write about it before I change again.
I’d juuuuust about gotten it all figured out, and for about 3 weeks there I was doing great. I’d gotten it all worked out in my head to let go of some shit and that it was going to eventually feel OK to settle in to some nice child-free living plans. (See Bucket List).
Then I got a couple of pregnancy bombs dropped on me, I fell into an “eh, meh” type of week, and next thing I know I’m trying to figure out how I can finance a private adoption.
Arg, brain, come on and give me a break.
Take myself on regular artist dates
Make a tandem skydive
Read more books
Hike 3 new trails
Earn black belt
Ever wonder how people find you on the interwebs? Well, sometimes they type weird shit into a search engine and hit Go and somehow some bizarre connection is made to bring them to your teensy blip of an online home.
Thanks to my site stats, I know that a lot of folks Goo.gle glitter and/or rainbows in conjunction with a ton of other word combinations. I also get infertility (“Insurance coverage for infertility sucks”) and crafty (“cutting felt”) referrals. These I can understand.
But, for your amusement, Here are some of the more WTF search terms that actually led someone to click on this here blog:
“Naughty little constitution miscellaneuos, he he he!
Small thing sculpture cray
Glitter deviled eggs
Bitter lonely childless feminist cat ladies
Bitter feminist childless cat ladies
I shit glitter and rainbows
Hat made of fruit
Can i get mu felopian tubes unstuffed
I am on the toilet i can let him out
Glitter on by surgery
Does shit glitter work”