Alchemy of Clay

By my age I've accepted that I'm just a certain way.  Acceptance doesn't mean change, unfortunately, at times.

That I am a creative person is something I don't want to change, and is probably not a defect of my character.

I'm honest...another character trait that's mostly lauded.

But I'm a terrible housekeeper, a poor maintenance type.  So I'm accepting it, and still working to at least make myself be more able to live in a clean house.  Well, with allergies that knock me down with coughing, it's a survival trait that I now depend upon.  That there may be mold behind these freshly painted (built in 1981) walls, just indicates to me that I've got to work extra hard to keep my side of the new paint cleaner.

I now don't leave the tub to dry after a shower...it's got to be dry within an hour of a fan or the window being open.  Nothing is allowed to drip drip drip either.

But back to my current dilemma.



Can you see the little dust ring left from the glass left on the dresser for just a few weeks?

There's construction going on, and I leave windows open when I can.  So dust has been settling on everything for this first month of living here.

Oh no, this means it's everywhere!

So I can't possibly pick up each piece of pottery and dust it and the shelf which held it.  Can I?
Nope, my solution is to pack some of the pots back up...label where I pack them (of course) and not have them collecting dust.

I need to dust regularly too.
Any other solution?

I wish I had a grandchild around who could do this.  Wouldn't that be nice?  But they all live hundreds of miles away.

Shucks.  I'll have to wear a face mask to do this.  But it's time to put my big girl panties on and go to work.

If you happened to look at my other blog (Living in Black Mountain) last week I published some photos of Lake Tomahawk frozen...except this little area where the ducks happily splashed around.

I'm trying to get back into pottery...without too much success so far.  All the goals I set for the day seem to remain half done, or completely undone by the end of the day.

So today I am just letting youall know I'm still here, even if I spend most of my time looking up ancestors on line, (and blogging about them HERE) and watching cats chase each other, rather than handling clay in one form or another.

Maybe the closest I get these days is with reading pottery blogs and posts on Facebook.  And then I can just look around my house also.  The good news is that several of the pots in the photo below have actually been sold in the last month.  Ahhh.  Now I need to reduce the amount of dust-mites in my life, so my goal is to box a lot of these up and store them away, thus reducing dust.  Goal ...