I’m out of cards again folks. I would have liked to have had new images before I got around to new postcards again but I don’t have and I don’t have good enough finished pots either to do that just now anyway and I need top get the cards ordered. So the big question is which one. I’ve narrowed it down to these three but if you have any other strong preferences then just shout. All thoughts welcome.
A funny old week so far. I thought I was getting into the swing of the new year ok but actually I don’t think I am now. It’s got me all of a fluster already.
I had the exciting news before Christmas of having gotten a stand at Earth and Fire in Nottingham, then at the new year of getting one at Potfest in the Park in Penrith, I was feeling pleased about those, plenty to be working for I thought what with the trip to America and the demo at Kindrogan and a talk in the village here next week about a grant I received a couple of years ago and the scary exhibition in Dumfries collaborating with Phil. Then today when I was already thinking I was getting a bit lost with the big list, I got a very big surprise but rather nice one in a letter or acceptance for Art in Clay at Hatfield. So for those of you who keep asking when I’ll be “down south”, I will be there at the beginning of August. It’s a big old trek for me but very nice to get a spot there.
Hence the Hannah that has turned into a flapping flustered faffing queen. I already had an anxiety dream last week. You might enjoy this, it went like this:
Doug and me in a bright orange old proper American car, you know with the long bonnets and probably a V8 engine (are you reading this Paul, see I am learning what one sounds like and it sounded like one in my dream) and we are on the run from something or someone that I never got to see the face of but knew was there. It was like an old American film, car chases and then hiding in motel rooms, a shoot out where a light bulb got broken but thankfully that was all, then we were accused of having drunk a bottle of vodka which we hadn’t but knew we had to admit to and pay for or else they’d be after us too. Then we finally tricked the chaser into getting themselves locked up, we shoved the orange car over a cliff to hide it and sped off in the posh new car that the thing we were running from had left behind.
So really if you can make any sense out oft hat then you’re better than me. Brains eh? Crazy things.
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Thanks for all the great comments last night too, much appreciated folks.