This morning I was writing an article and mid sentence the phone rang, it was my daughter Veronica, we speak on the phone every day, sometimes to the annoyance of our respective spouses, numerous times a day. The longer our conversation continued, the less chance I had of picking up where I had left off with my article. As baby Evelyn started to demand more of her Mother’s attention, Veronica and I said our temporary goodbyes and I returned to the computer.
My train of thought had been broken and I had lost all my sentences, they were good sentences as well Internet, possibly even GREAT sentences. So I saved the draft and started to write this post instead and as I write I am wondering where do all the lost sentences go?
Will I get them back do you think? If I have thought the thought, surely I should be able to retrieve it later on, or are thoughts like snowflakes, pretty and completely original but fleeting and irreplaceable?
Oh the thoughts I do think as I sit here daydreaming.
Today is Thursday and the intrepid Adriana Christianson sends out a reminder email every Thursday reminding me to write a post for the Mud Colony Blog.
Today I would like to share some photos of beautiful pots that make me smile every single time I use them.
This is a cup made by Malina Monks, I was priviledged to listen to a talk by Malina at the recent Woodfire Tas conference and afterwards I bought one of her cups and took her words to heart. Malina signs the bottom of her cups boldly, with her name, as she believes that the positive energy she receives from people who smile at the sight of her name as they are washing up her cups is a good thing. I believe this also and due to Malina’s influence I continue to sign my name boldly across the bottom of my work as well. This cup is my morning coffee cup.
This is my breakfast bowl, another woodfired bowl by a female artist whose name I can not remember. It is a lovely bowl and I have been known to carefully pack this bowl and take it with me on my travels, because breakfast is important.
This is my afternoon tea cup, I bought this wonderful Truly Southurst unicorn cup as my Christmas present to myself. It holds the perfect amount of tea and is just thick enough so that I don’t burn myself holding it. The unicorn makes me smile and also appeals to my inner fire horse very much, they nicker quietly to each other in the back of my mind.
This is my lunchtime salad bowl, made by me. The colours make me smile and also give me hope that I am moving away from the bleakness of spirit I have battled with since my mother died in 2009 and broke my heart.
The Spouse dislikes the fact that my work does not stack neatly in the cupboard, I think this stack looks pretty neat. The uneven edges of my bowls make the user think about the object they are holding, think about their relationship to the bowl and thus their relationship to the food contained within the bowl.
This is my newest favourite bowl, made by Sallee Warner. This small bowl cups perfectly in my hands and I bought it to use as an dessert bowl for myself. I have found myself using it as a drinking vessel as I love how the rounded rim feels on my lips. Even though I have only owned this little bowl for less than a week, it has already influenced my work as I am now making the rims on my cups even plumper and rounder, so that drinking from them becomes a more sensual experience.
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All lost sentences go to the sentence collective bank, where they are sorted and assets. They arrive back in correct order ready to reuse
aaah Thank you.
Fab post darlink!
When I lose my sentences , they are usually a LONG drawn out blogpost that somehow I LOSE mid-writing ,(unsaved of course)
and I shout my grievances at the screen … then begin again , and it’s usually a MUCH better version , without the FAFF ! Love all the pots btw
Xx
I would have added a photo of your lovely ramekins because they make me smile BUT my grandchildren snaffled them. They obviously made the kidlets smile as well 🙂
Those lost sentences waft off into the wherever.
And drift into someone else’s mind (probably through their ears?) which I must say must confuse that poor person in Ohio who is suddenly finding herself thinking about shithead Aussie politicians instead of fuckhead American pols, and plastic pollution in the ocean, and her family shaving their heads.
Which is way more interesting than anything found on daytime TV.
Your lost sentences are doing the world a jolly good thing.
YES! I will lose more of them then, I will fling them off into the ether with gay abandon.
All the lost sentences are jumbled up in a far-flung corner of the world (which, since the world is a sphere, will be hard to locate later..) with all my lost words. You know the ones I mean – the ones that slip from my tongue just as I am about to say what I need to. For example – I put it in the Bathroom, no… Bedroom…NO …the room where you wash clothes and things!!!!!! – the LAUNDRY?????? – YES, that’s what I said! – sometimes I am sooo misunderstood.
My best one yet is when I asked my son, “Where is that thing? You know that thing that squirts out light?”
The lost sentences, the lost words and the lost concepts are buried in the porridge inside my head. And they never come out again either. Or haven’t yet.
I loved your bowls on display. I smile and pat the bowl of yours I own. Every day I smile at it. And, at the moment, it catches the sun – and does so beautifully. It has also (to my rage) held a black cat’s bum. She thinks she is just it, when she is in it. Hiss and spit.
Oh I LOVE the visual of the cat sitting in the bowl, clever cat 🙂
I too lose sentences, and sometimes it irks me to no end that I can’t remember just how I wanted or what I wanted to say. But today I am glad you lost the others and posted this, a great read and photos to match.
Thank you Linda 🙂
Kim – i love the stacking bowls too – I must get inspired to make some plates for my kitchen, so that sort of match – well what potters call a match, and that does not mean they are all the same… Great work, love it. Ellen
I had made some smaller bowls for my own use but my grandchildren snaffled them 🙂 I really need to make some larger side plate sized plates. One day there will be enough time.
I think lost sentences flit around and settle in other people’s minds causing them to suddenly blurt out odd things and then say “where did that come from?”
I like your breakfast bowl. I have found lately that I prefer drinking from cups and mugs with a thin rim instead of the chunky ones I loved years ago. With the thicker ones I tend to dribble more coffee down the sides.
I am the same River, I am leaner towards finer rimmed cups as well, especially for tea.
Lost sentences go into a black hole and are waiting for astronomers to figure out how to get them back. I managed to lose half a post this morning, nothing new for me.
Those are some nice pots you are using. I have cups, but everything else tends to be experiments and prototypes of little personal meaning, which is probably a good thing given how i leave stuff outside three seasons of the year.
I found you via Mud Colony!
Thanks, I spend my “pocket money” on collecting nice pots to use. I have always left my pots outside as well, oops
I type keywords as I start writing to avoid that lost to the ether feeling. The optimist in me feels that the lost words and thoughts were close to brilliant but not ready for the world and that their replacements are in fact just ripe and ready for release to open eyes and hearts.
Yes, my optimist agrees with your optimist.
I love that you have such special items to punctuate your day with.
Since my divorce and my frequent house moves, I’ve been decluttering and have lost my attachment to most of my stuff. I now have only comfortable and utilitarian items in my home and am already planning another declutter when we next move in a few years. My special items are few, but I do cherish them still.
So do I Dorothy and it has only been the last few years that I have had been able to buy some nice things.
My guess is they end up with all those single socks…
at the sock puppet factory?
Ha, ha… yes maybe all those missing socks go to the sock puppet factory… like the sock version of running away to join the circus… but you know how you seem to always lose a sock in the wash… I mean where do they go… just like sentences they vanish without a trace.