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(it's unfortunate that there's no haggelty knife on the keyboard. cussing like asterix is always cathartic.)

another load of crap pots. actually, and even more heartbreakingly, the pots are lovely. i don't think i have ever executed my forms quite so gracefully. then i had to go mess them up by coloring on them. i don't think i want to draw on my pots anymore. i am so weary of putting hours and hours into illustrating them, only to have them come out washed out and thin. i have tried every temp and atmosphere i can think of, and still it looks like crap. but i did make sadie laugh with this imaginary exchange,
"heather, why don't you draw on your pots anymore?"
"why don't YOU draw on my pots? here, buy this plate and i'll give you a crayon and you can go to town."
i guess it's all worth it in the end.