Apologies to the Vegetarians, but I am like a chicken running around with her head cut off

I can hear my mothers voice saying... you are running around like a chicken with her head cut off.  To sum it up without being gross, i am unfocussed and kind of going in circles today. We have been home with the long Easter holiday and I did not make a plan or a list. Mistake Number 1.  I need lists and plans or I feel quite unbalanced, like a chicken without a head.
Even the boy has gone out to play and says he is continuing his story line, with his box full of weapons, spy gear and what not, he is teaching Mama.

so...1. finish laundry that I started on Saturday.
       2. price and pack mugs for WEST show
       3. go down and trim pots made on Sunday
        4. Breathe
        5.  pack suitcases for Spring Break Vacation
        6. WEST meeting

typical weekend day, but i am sure I have left out lots...


Happy to report that sales have kind of taken off...both in the Etsy store and with selling opportunities.
Now, the challenge is to keep producing pots I am proud of, and to meet the increasing demand. I am trying out an approach of seasonality priority. So for the month of April, it will be outdoor and garden related pots.

succulents plant pot glazed and raw

Altered Vase

Country Kitchen Vase torn but not broken

MOtherhood 101

This week has been another big one of steep learning on the motherhood trail.  My hopes and expectations of others has both surpassed and deeply disappointed me.  A wise friend of mine, reminds me that I should be documenting the pearls of wisdom from Mr. G.

As luck would have it, this weekend is super busy with work, pottery and hopes for gardening.  The weather seems to have finally turned and bulbs and other wonderful surprises kept arriving in the post.   I thought I had a care plan for the little guy , that filled all kinds of mental and emotional agenda, but he got sick and then it looked like my plan was going to crash and burn.  While I didnt want to make him feel guilty for being sick, I sure did want him to get better so that I could get on to other things than dealing with hundreds of mucus filled kleenexes on the living room floor.

Just when I thought I was going to have to abandon all my plans, Mr. G pipes up and says, dont worry mom, you are a really good supportive mom to your baby gabriel.  Well, I didnt cry but I did feel quite contrite.


He knows I am trying hard, and I just need to trust that things will work out, if I am willing to ask for help and not get so stuck on trying to be perfect.

He is fast asleep, and happy in his house. Thats all that really counts.  The kiln fired off, and Cathy has come to the rescue again!