Most of the time, I think I understand my own mind pretty well. But I have no idea why I occasionally have the urge to make miniature chairs out of clay. The best reason I've been able to verbalize is "because they crack me up." Not very logical. These little cuties got loaded into Allison Severance's wood kiln earlier today, where I took an entire gang of pyromaniacs from the Greenbelt Community Center for our annual workshop. Tomorrow we fire the kiln! Why is it so much fun to build a 2300°F fire out of wood? Darn, I have to figure that out too.
Mea Rhee (mee-uh ree),
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