Ah, hail no! (Taken with instagram)
This is a quarter of the clay I slaked from my backyard, after it has been spread out and then wedged. It’s got a better color than I thought it would. I let it rest a bit and then bagged it. I’ll probably let most of it age for a few weeks before trying to make small objects for firing. (Taken with instagram)
Waiting around the corner, instead of near the doorway, doesn’t convince me that you’re not monitoring my bathroom time! (Taken with instagram)
This is my clay with most of the excess water poured off. I need to lay it out on some canvas. (Taken with instagram)
If only I would smile
What’s wrong?
Are you mad?
You’d look so much prettier if only you’d smile more, dear.
Nothing’s wrong.
I’m not mad.
Whaddaya mean I’d be prettier?!
I swear that I can be quite pleasant, even when my mouth is not an upturned crescent shape. It’s my neutral face that gets me into the most trouble because it apparently suggests that I have an attitude problem.
Some days, I smile less. Sometimes, things make me want to smile more. But I’m not a snob or angry. I’ve even had people say that they were at first intimidated by me, which is weird for me. On paper/in theory, I’m not an intimidating person, I don’t think.
I make more of a conscious effort to appear more “friendly,” but what I hate about that kind of effort is that even when the intent is true, the initial motions feel fake or dishonest. But alienation through honest means doesn’t make allies, I suppose.
I forget the point of this blurb, except that I used to be really self-conscious about things I previously was not aware of about my appearance. I am never sure of what I really look like because other people see things that I am not feeling or I am not seeing.
I just don’t take it so personally anymore (oh, see, that was the point.)
