We're excited that our friend Pete is spending a couple of days with us, bringing sunshine into a pretty sunless state. Ian and Petie went to junior college together and here we are - retired and still friends. This is when you know life is good. As you can see, Charlie LOVES Petie, who is a claw hammer banjo player and works for the Telluride Blueglass Festival. We spend a lot time listening to music, exchanging and downloading favorites.
Charlie had to deal with abandon-
ment issues when Petie went to bed. You're leaving me? Seriously?? I thought we had a thang.
Charlie is easily adaptable - apparently since he took over the place mats I was tying fringe on. I finished weaving these this morning before I left for town and my hair cut. I had promised Melissa I'd help her move from her apartment to her house today. However she was so sick, we managed one load and she took herself to urgent care.
I had two hours to kill before picking up our CSA basket. I spent one hour at Mill End Fabrics buying more $1 a yard cotton remnants for more rag rugs, but that left another hour. I had decided to just go to the pickup point and read my Kindle for an hour, but then I saw the Co-op art gallery and pulled in. Long story short, when I left an hour later, I am now a part as a soap artist, if there's such a thing. I have to write an "artist's statement."
Oddly enough, I had a bag of soap in the car that I was going to deliver on my way home to a potter friend, so was able to show it and was instantly accepted. That feels sooooo good. I love selling soap to Dale Pappas (the potter friend) because it means I get to work in a trade. I came home with this thing he calls a "mixer." It's what will keep me from spilling quiche batter all over the counter. I'll mix quiche in Dale's bowl and bake it Joe's pie plate. Hmm, yup. Life is good.
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