I’m not proud. I’m eating Chef Boyardee ravioli for breakfast. It’s kind of disgusting, but it’s all I could stomach. Four days off always gives me a too-much-freedom hangover. I am actually looking forward to going back to work tomorrow.

In other news, I’ve signed up for a pottery class. FINALLY. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to throw pottery. So why didn’t I? Eh, it’s a long, sordid, boring tale of inertia. Four years ago I finally pursued my love of film by taking a fairly ambitious summer class. Found out I kind of liked editing, but I hated the rest of the process. Though it brought me better appreciation of film. I’m hoping the pottery class won’t end the same way. I doubt it will.

It’s been a joy to find my creativity reappearing over the last year, after an absence of more than a decade. I’ve been following the Crafter’s Central Pool on flickr, and discovering those things I’m drawn to making. I’m attracted to small sewing projects, basic crochet, and some felt projects. I almost never see pottery in the Crafter’s Pool. I aim to amend that.

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