Decided Not to Sell Them, But Here Are the Pix.

I have decided not to sell these two polymer clay elves.

Here is the original one. He is a forest elf and his job is to shine the snails' shells. I always wondered who was in charge of that, didn't you?

This is the new one I started two days ago. I am learning a lot as I go.

Because this is a new medium for me, I just don't feel confident that I know enough about the materials to feel good about the long term stability and durability of the items.

I have been working with wool for a long time, so I know exactly what it is likely to do over time and in different conditions. I think I need to do a bit more research about polymer clays.

I plan to work on about five (or so) more clay items, will see how they do over a period of time, and then will decide if selling them works for me.

I am a stickler for customer happiness and would feel just awful if someone purchased one of my creations and wasn't happy with it.

What do you think? Is erring on the side of caution wise or overkill?

Super shine is only $3 extra.



A little new shell smell, perhaps?

Right in front of the oven from which she came.

(I finally got a thermometer to test out my cheap-o oven. W-A-Y off in temperature. No wonder I fried a few things!)

Put on some pants, please. This is a family blog.


Teeny stretchy ones. Should work!

Much better! Tonight when the kids are in bed, we'll work on a shirt and hat.

Thanks for popping in! Any suggestions are welcome, especially if you have a working knowledge of polymer clay. *hint hint*

I have a wool piece that is almost ready to show as well. Toddle on by to check that out next week, if you like!

Until next time, happy creating!

Theresa

TIME! Glorious TIME!

I FINALLY had some time last night. No one was here. Quiet reigned.

I made a new polymer clay elf with a really charming (in my opinion, that is) expression and a baby smaller than a quarter.

Now to photograph them and take the final photos of the other guy that I have been referring to as a "troll-esque" figure.

I have heard from many people that he is far too wee and not ugly enough to be a troll. He may soon fall under the forest elf category as well.

More soon! Gotta jet!

Until next time, enjoy peace and quiet!

Theresa

Our (Invisible) Visitor

OK, he isn't REALLY invisible. He just wants us to think that he is.

Lately we have seen this little guy running around our property at all times of the day.

I found this odd, as opossums are usually nocturnal. But hey, who am I to judge?

Thankfully, this little baby is not aggressive or behaving in any other bizarre manner. He is just easy to spot and very, very young.

My children have had the odd glimpse and are dying to try and catch it to have a "pet". We have had the, "Wild animals do not make good pets. He will not be happy in a cage." talk, but I can't blame them for pining just a bit. I mean, how cool would it be to walk around with a possum on your shoulder? Plus it would be a way to gain insight into a creature that one rarely sees up close for extended periods of time.

We have always had possums around, but always at night and never alone when so young. And the usual ones are stealthy, not clomp, clomp, clomping through the bushes.

Did mom get hit by a car?

Yesterday when we were returning home from church, my middle child happened to see the gray furry lump waddling from the front yard to the back. It was a very, VERY lucky day for that opossum.

D watched where the critter went and saw him tuck up under our BBQ cover. Good thing! I was planning on BBQing some burgers and had my son not seen the little guy run under there, we would have had a well-done-yet-under-seasoned possum to go with our meal.

He didn't just sit on the ground under the cover, but climbed up and hid in a nook to the front of the BBQ that is out of site from where I stand to grill. I wouldn't have seen him, nor would his presence have impaired my firing things up! I shudder to think of the consequences! Ugh!

I removed the cover, hoping to scare him into the bushes. No response. I brought out a broom and gently touched his grizzled gray fur. Not a flinch. He didn't even hiss like the big ones will do when cornered. He just held still and pretended that he was a part of the BBQ.

They don't call it playing possum for nothing!

I pan fried the burgers.

I am a bit worried for him. If we can see him scurrying about, so can the cats, hawks, and neighborhood kids. But what to do? Trap him and cage him? Animal control won't want him.

I think he deserves the chance to live free. Hopefully he will stay in our yard until he is bigger and more capable.

I'll just have to make salads rather than hot dogs this summer. C'est la vie.

Until next time, happy BBQing. (At least one of us can enjoy it!)

Theresa

PS This post was supposed to be about my polymer guy and his buddy, which is now done. I am just deciding if it is worthy of selling or if I should keep it. And if I sell it, WHERE to sell it? Ebay? Etsy? Oy! I'll save this for tomorrow.

Mary Blair-Artist

My dear, dear husband decided to take me out on a date last night. That might not sound like a big deal to many, but we usually don't get out all that often due to his crazy work schedule.

He had a conference to attend at Disneyland and suggested that I meet him at the end of the day for a movie and dinner at Downtown Disney. (Those who have read some of my previous works know that I am not a rabid Disney fan. I don't 'hate' Disney, but I also don't care to become impoverished, which many of the prices at the park are sure to accomplish if one actually wants to DO something while visiting there. Downtown Disney is a bit more like a mall with some Disney related stores. Not bad, for a shopping zone.)

We saw The Hangover, which was surprising NOT as ridiculous as I thought it would be. Let me explain that thought more fully; it WAS ridiculous, but in a not predictable sort of way. It is replete with profanity, however, so if one is easily offended, skip it. That being said, I laughed a lot during the movie. Out loud. And giggled. Stupid/funny. It works sometimes.

I don't want to bore you with the finer details of dinner. It was yummy. 'Nuf said.

Back to Mary Blair.

You may think you have no idea who she is, but you definitely will recognize her work and style. She was the mastermind behind the artwork in Small World. She also did a lot of really funky cool illustrations and graphic art for advertising during the 50's-60's. Her style became a standard.

To think, I never thought about the actual names of the artists working behind the scenes....probably because I am not a huge Disneyphile. Mary's work is iconic, though. Deserving of specific praise, in my opinion.

Her color choices were stunning and her vision was unique. (The occasional stereotyping is not lost on me, though I recognize it as a somewhat typical, though unfortunate, feature pertaining to society's attitudes within that era.)

I just wanted to share some of the visual candy I was able to enjoy last night!

Hope you liked it, too!

There is a book out about her that is now on my wish list.

Until next time, happy discovering!

Theresa

Feeling Less Than

Does anyone else out there look at the sheer amount of beautiful work that some artists can produce and feel a little envious? (I feel awful as I reread this. How petty of me!)

I have been so busy with the kids and the house stuff that I haven't had the time to do much this week. By the time everyone is in bed, I am asleep on my feet myself.

It makes me feel a little sad and sort of lacking.

Especially because I feel a mental timer tick-tick-ticking. My youngest is almost ready to go to "real" school, at which point I will most likely have to go back to work. It breaks my heart....I really would like to be home until all of my babies are up and out. (I also realize that my "full time job" that I do now will then be two full time jobs. I don't know how to balance everything. The laundry will still need to be done, etc. Hmmm.)

Plus I know that anything artistic will have to be shoved into even less time.

I would love to make enough money at the artistic things I do to be able to justify staying home. I just don't seem to be very good at the marketing piece. Perhaps I am lacking the business gene? Or, more likely, I don't have enough time to invest into marketing, as I barely have time to make the work to be sold!

People ask why I don't work on items throughout the day. The answer is that I do. I just have a hard time doing the finish work on pieces when people are talking to me or needing my attention and, let's face it, having three kids is all about people talking and needing attention.

Therefore, I have eleventy-seven half done projects all waiting to be finished.

Any thoughts from my more prolific art friends out there?

I suppose if I slept only two hours a night I would have more time to work. I might even get some cool ideas from the fun hallucinations that would be sure to follow.

I shall ponder my plight and try to work out a plan. Any suggestions would be welcomed!

Until next time, happy finish work!

Theresa

Jammy Jam Jam- More artsy stuff tomorrow

Here is the obligatory shot of me in a do-rag. Whenever I cook ANYTHING, I am terribly paranoid about getting hair in the food. (I do shed something awful. The paranoia is not without merit!)



The plums! The gorgeous plums! This is about one-fifth of the total amount ready to be made into jam. I love love love our plum tree! Not only do the kids have lots of fresh fruit to eat, but it helps me to make gifts for friends. (It is a lovely tree, too, so it is a great addition to the backyard.

It takes about 4 pounds of plums to make a batch. That is roughly 6.5 cups of chopped plums (skins on, please) and a ton of sugar. Definitely not a health food, but SO good!



Washing the jars prior to sterilizing them. I am a total freak about

cleanliness when it comes to canning things.



Getting some of the equipment ready for it's once a year debut. File this under "stuff my husband has to store on the already overburdened garage shelves."




Two hours later, I have the first batch of the finished product. Oh YUM! This will last about a week.

Until next time, happy toast and jam!

Theresa

Icky Pix (but here is a glimpse)

I had these up and ready to go last night, but my hubby booted me off of the computer before I could post them. I guess summer vacation research takes precedence over my blog. No complaints...I love vacations!

I am only showing a few pictures of his hair and hands and such, though keep in mind that the pictures were snapped in artificial light at night in my kitchen. He still isn't quite done. (We have been busy, busy, fun busy the past few days. Beach, anyone?) His companion is not ready to shoot. I am not quite sure what is bugging me about the other component, but it would make me nuts to have to see it posted in all of it's flaming not-quite-rightness. Not that is has to be PERFECT, but a little better will do.

Keep in mind that his hands are out for a reason and he won't seem so odd.

Sadly, I probably won't get to work on anything today. I have to make plum jam or we will run out of sink space. When the plums are ready, the jam has to follow!

Here we go:

Until next time, happy times!

Theresa