Murphy's Law, again?

According to Wikipedia:

Murphy's Law: The perceived perversity of the universe has long been a subject of comment, and precursors to the modern version of Murphy's law are not hard to find. For example, in 1841 a newspaper in Norwalk, Ohio printed this verse (a parody of famous lines in Thomas Moore's Lalla Rookh[1]):

I never had a slice of bread,
Particularly large and wide,
That did not fall upon the floor,
And always on the buttered side.[2]


My version of an example:
Yesterday, after leaving a lovely time at the Philly Beadfest, armed with my friend Susan Nestor, we were loaded with suitcases and headed for NYC when the accelerator on my car was no longer connected to the gas pedal. I was going fast enough that I had momentum enough to negotiate over to the side of the road and stop, conscious of the possible view to our right, a corn field WITH deer in it, I stopped.

First call, AAA. "No, sorry, we can't pick people up on the turnpike, you need to call a 'sanctioned' tow company". Tow company #2 arrives and tells me that I will need my registration so "why don't you get it out now, before we load your car up". At this point I am trying to wire a repair possibility near Maplewood, NJ, where my in laws live, up the road 100 miles. I have my registration in hand, along with a map, pen, talking on the phone and who knows what else and a gust of wind whips the registration out of my hand, (we are parked on an overpass) and it flies out of my reach and floats like a feather down like a cartoon. Truck #2 took us up the road a bit, dropped us where AAA could find us.

We hooked up with the AAA truck which took us to the Maplewood area and to a repair place where I left the car, got a rental, took Susan into the city, abandoned our plans for a fun filled shopping day and cruised on home...a 12 hour adventure. Still haven't heard from the repair place...but I needed to get home as I leave again at 6 AM tomorrow. This is my part of the story.

When I called to tell my husband of the circumstances he tells me that his chain saw just totally seized up, while trying to get 3 cords of wood 'processed' for next winter and that he was off to the dentist.....fast forward ....the dental report, "sorry, Michael, you need a SECOND crown on that tooth"!

WOW.

Got to go to work. Felters Fling, here I come!

Ice storm last December

Talk about the grass looking greener.....it is hot here in MA, has been for a few days. 95 is too hot for me. I've spent the last two afternoons in the movie theater.

'Getting up early to try to accomplish the repack, regroup, preparation for both Beadfest, and The Felters Fling.

I leave with my daughter, Lily, early tomorrow and will drive to New Jersey where I will drop her with some cousins and then carry on towards PA. I am ready to get back to work in the public realm after some solitary time and recovery after Sunapee, that really is an event, defined by its HUGE time commitment.

Hope to see you 'out there'.

I love the Copper Clay.

Totally wiped....

After trying several times to post a pictoral link to Kate Mckinnon's huge soul clearing/smallerizing/simplicity promoting web sale, I just guess you need to hop on over for yourself and see what she is parting with! It will be added to for several days and promises to include treasure aplenty.

I am in a full blown 'used up' place. Trying to regroup, recharge and forge on. I start this process with an early morning dental appointment.

A week from today I will drive to Pennsylvania where Beadfest Philadelphia will take place. I will be teaching a Coloring Metals class and my favorite, The Embellished Brooch class. These both take place on Thursday the 20th and then the show goes Fri., Sat. and Sunday, I would love to see you there!

Here we are, mid August and summer has finally hit. I have worn my wool socks almost all summer long.

This picture offers a taste of some possible 'Embellished Brooches' including housing for them.

Sunapee is over.

Sunapee is over for the next 12 months. The weather was entirely in our favor with the exception of the set up days' rain. Beautiful, blue, nice air. Lots of talk of time passing as each year this long event brings back together a large group of independent artists with some time to share the years stories.

Thank you attendees, friends and fellow craftsmen, I certainly had a nice time!

These pots of Natalie Blake, ceramicist extraordinaire, always blow my mind in her use of color, form and texture.

My world feels fractured, I need to piece it back together today.