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Highlights and Review of the Last Kiln Firing
This past weekend I unloaded the kiln to find some gems. I have a new partnership with a seller from Glasgow and was trying out a few variations of orange for him to pair with my favorite, Indigo Float of Amaco’s Potter’s Choice cone 5/6 glazes. Since I was already paying for shipping, I picked out several Potter’s Choice glazes…
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North Carolina Museum of Natural Sciences
There are only three weeks left of summer before both of my boys head to school and I’m solo three mornings a week. While I have plans to get a lot of work done, at the top of my list is to go the the North Carolina Museum of Natural Sciences all by my lonesome. We’ve made several visits this…
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Chocolate Raspberry Scones
Truth: I can’t get enough raspberries and chocolate. After some tinkering, here’s my chocolate raspberry scones recipe. 2 cups all-purpose flour 1/3 cup sugar 1 1/2 teaspoon baking powder 1/2 teaspoon salt 1/2 teaspoon vanilla 8 tablespoons salted or unsalted butter, chilled 1/2 cup chocolate chips 1/2 cup frozen raspberries 1/2 cup half and half 1 large egg 1 tablespoon…
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Introducing: Absolutely Terrible Nursery Prints
I’m working on a line of “Absolutely Terrible Nursery Prints” for the parent who needs a dose of humor. They are a little tongue-in-cheek, somewhat irreverent, and not your typical cutesie nursery prints. They are all in the Etsy and Storenvy stores, and some have color options and are available as digital downloads. If you’ve seen them on my Facebook…
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Camping and Turning 3
It is the day after Wookie’s third birthday, and this morning while we lay in bed listening to the chatter from the boys’ room, Scooby firmly told him, “It’s not your birthday anymore, so you’re not in charge.” It’s tough being five and having your little brother rule the roost for an entire day. Actually, it was more like four…
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The Myth of the Highest Calling
When I was trudging through my first pregnancy, what caught me off guard wasn’t all the strange physical changes that overtook my body or the people who felt the liberty to bowl through my carefully constructed arm’s length bubble of comfort to make friendly with their hands on my belly. What caught me off guard was the way my self-perception…