Thursday, April 15, 2010


I started going to a pottery class. My best mate found one and asked if I wanted to go. We had our first session last night and it was fab. The 2 hours just flew by. We're were shown how to make a Slab Vase. So that's what we did and then we made some small tiles to do some glaze testing.
I can't wait for next week. Our tutor recommended that we start a pottery diary for recording ideas, glazes used etc. I already have a list of 8 different items that I want to make. Some are very much beyond me atm,but hopefully as I learn I'll eventually achieve some of my goals.
My vase is awaiting the Bisque stage, so maybe in two weeks time I'll be able to glaze it. Can't wait to have a finished item. So no pictures yet.
I do have some pics of kitties though. After loosing Ivan I decided I didn't have enough pictures of the cats,so I've been trying to get some good ones of them.

Here's Z sitting on my DD's crazy blanket. This was her Christmas present and I'm still adding squares too it. It'll be finished when I decide it's big enough

Here's Bear and little girl enjoying some spring sunshine. That's our bedroom windowsill. The kitties have been sleeping in that box for months now. I love getting up in the morning and checking to see who's there to cuddle first thing.

This is our Serious (Serious Black). He's a big scaredy cat, but when he gets on the bed with you, he loves cuddles and immediately rolls onto his back to get his belly rubbed. He's always been the scruffiest and most serious one of the bunch. Always the last to join in with the playing. He's my big softy.

Finally "Kitties at Play". This was when Fat cat got his mojo back. It's amazing what having some kittens to chase will do to you.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Stop All The Clocks...

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

By W.H Auden

Our Ivan, our Swoosh kitty has just been run down. Can't quite take it in...
Going to miss you. Love you baby.

IVAN 25/05/2009 - 05/04/2010