Friday:

– if I was an erotic dancer, I’d call myself the Yorkshire Stripper, but I don’t think people would like it because I’m not actually from Yorkshire

Saturday:

– In my dream, I met Tina Fey and George RR Martin, and I didn’t have sex with either of them.
– In my dream, we had extensive cellars and kept a donkey in there.
– Did … did you have sex with it?
– The donkey? No.
– Good.

I’ve been calling it a wind clank as I thought the knocks would be duller, but they are actually quite light and chime-y.

Details: sculptural crank clay with slip texture (different on each body part) and texture imprint on the tail; eyes courtesy of a pen top; head was lightly burnished; all pieces deliberately a little uneven with shaped bases. Each section was glazed “upside down” so the visible bits were fully glazed; the flat front of the face is unglazed. Fired to stoneware for strength outdoors.

I need to sort the stringing out so they’re a bit more even.

Not my favourite piece – a quick bodge really, but useful for testing glaze colours on round surfaces and practising dipping bowl-ish shapes.

(Just posting so I can show the rest of the pottery group at class tonight.)

1. I say it completely deadpan and it takes her a moment to realise what I’ve said and that I’m joking. Then she laughs.

1b. To pull something back from the brink with newspaper and time.

1c. I put it together quickly but the bowl already has a lovely shape. People comment on it as they pass.

2. The last one he made was a bit too clove-y but this one is perfect.

3. I doodle, properly doodle. A curve becomes some sort of brass instrument; a line, a flower. Just as I’m about to put away my drawing pad, I spy the coloured pens. I doodle with them too – abstract patterns, biomorphic blobs and lastly, some painted ladies in as many colours as I can muster.

Louisa: I’ve just discovered that my brain can’t process it properly when one of the kitchen drawer handles is flicked up rather than hanging down.
John: ?
Louisa: It thinks the whole kitchen has been flipped around, or that gravity has.
John: I should flip them up when you’re cooking, see if it makes you turn over the pan and spill all the food.
Louisa: And if you did that adn we lived in a cartoon, gravity would switch, and I’d instantly flip to being stood on the ceiling, cooking away, and you’d spill the food somehow.

1. The black cocker rolls on my feet. He’s very soft and friendly – and small enough that I can pick him up in an attempt to carry out the most brazen dog theft ever.

2. I have ordered mounts to frame, amongst other things, some of my recent craft projects. They arrive supported by two piece of hardboard – exactly what I need for my next project!

3. The childish delight I feel every time I get a bus ticket with my road name on it.

1. (From yesterday) The pencil is slightly dull so the letters are thick, but the flow is smooth all the same.

2. I don’t feel the pressure that’s built up in my head until I sneeze and it is gone.

3. I think ‘new computer smell’ is the new ‘new car smell’ and peeling off protective plastic is the new breaking the seal on a jar of instant coffee.