Thursday, February 9

50 and Feelin' Wiser

I woke up to this  the other day
Thank you!



Something is brewing.
Feeling The Time Has Come.
A longing 
to stretch myself
to plant myself
  my Studio Vibe is a'glow.
Want & Must Teach More
Want & Must Inspire More
Want & Must Find Commercial Space.
The Time Has Come to go into business again.
I have the name
I have the know how
I have materials
now soon The Space
Qualicum's Pottery Studio Terrafemina


Tell me something about it?
Do you know of The Space?
Tell me!

Warm Toe wishes to one and all from my teeny tiny family to yours.

Thursday, December 8

Authentic Choices - Life In The Deep Dark Woods

There are many reasons we are living like this.
All of them are choices we make sometimes over and over again.
I am glad to have have my ego checked.
Challenges do that.

Power goes out?
No problemo.

Snow and freezing temps make doing dishes even more than normal.
Hauling water and propane and in this case thawing the wash water up before I can make mulled wine for myself. Tha's alright too.

We are doing really well in  and amongst the beauty of t his Forest.
The addition of a woodstove in it's very own little room dubbed "The Saute` Room" is a very fine and good thing!
Life is good.
Now to find a studio space with walls, power and running water!
Then I'm set.
Bright blessing and warm toe wishes to you my Dears

Sunday, November 6

Is It November Already?

Well yes, yes it is indeed November already.
As many know we made some big changes about one year ago.
(uber small & off grid)
Home Schooling
Not one of these things are for the faint of heart let me assure you!
Thank you one and all for your support.

For me this November is a little bit extra stressful because it feels like "show time"
Yeppers, time to do shows!

That means ages of making and getting things into shops and shows and pricing and more making and advertising, designing things for printing, blogging and answering tonnes of questions via the internet, inter alia.
Inter alia means among other things.
Eli and I are doing it all with grace and style, thank you very much.
(what other way is there?)
I am still loving doing temp work as front desk fairy around the coast.
Inter alia
Enjoy some pictures now.
Oh! Do come visit and buy pots and painting my dears!
 Alcove in Qualicum
The Other Side in Coombs
The Train Station in Parksville and
Nov 11th The Community Hall in Parksville
as always watch for our little Spirit vintage AMC fresh hot pottery for sale always!
Our AMC Spirit pottery from the trunk purchases are always welcomed 

Blue glaze and some cards on dislpay

Find the home learning boy
There is the studious fellow

Plans for the raku firing in January and hats on the way

Tuesday, August 30

Here in The Deep Dark Woods

 There I was.
There all of the Crew were: Chooks, dog, cats.
Oooo, yes!
My studio poised and ready.

Suddenly I realized I needed to go for a little walk.
Down this path . . .  Come on every one!

 This is Life In The Deep Dark Woods.

I thought you might like a chuckle.

Now back to making Yarn Bowls.

See you soon.

Sunday, August 28

Ceramic Sun Flower Seeds

I dreamt of this last night.
I used it to show students how clay has been processed and sometimes still is.
The artist
Ai Weiwei 
has made installation art that I enjoy.
Something intrigues me about his ideas. 
I hear him talk about day to day life and art fused to each other.
Enjoy Ai Weiwei.

Monday, August 8

The News Letter "Brain Pickings Weekly"

For ages now I have enjoyed a newsletter from this dynamo

Today she sent this to my mailbox and it resonates deeply.
So I will share the particular clip that enviously articulates much of what I think . . . Oooo enjoy

In a sentiment reminiscent of Ursula K. Le Guin’s electrifying case for how imaginative storytelling expands our scope of the possible, Gaiman points to a third essential function of fiction in human life — its ability to introduce us to different versions of the world by envisioning alternate possibilities for the way things are:
Fiction can show you a different world. It can take you somewhere you’ve never been. Once you’ve visited other worlds, like those who ate fairy fruit, you can never be entirely content with the world that you grew up in. And discontent is a good thing: people can modify and improve their worlds, leave them better, leave them different, if they’re discontented.
But perhaps the surest way to foil a budding love of reading is to cut off access to books altogether, and there is no greater hedge against that hazard than the library — that sacred place Thoreau once extolled as a glorious “wilderness of books.” (“When a library is open, no matter its size or shape,” Bill Moyers wrote in his foreword to a recentphotographic love letter to libraries“democracy is open, too.”) Gaiman recounts the formative role of the library in his own life:
I was lucky. I had an excellent local library growing up. I had the kind of parents who could be persuaded to drop me off in the library on their way to work in my summer holidays, and the kind of librarians who did not mind a small, unaccompanied boy heading back into the children’s library every morning and working his way through the card catalogue, looking for books with ghosts or magic or rockets in them, looking for vampires or detectives or witches or wonders. And when I had finished reading the children’s library I began on the adult books.
Gaiman was fortunate that the librarians tasked with nurturing his love of reading were the kind who inspire poems and not the kind who tried to bar pioneering astronaut Ronald McNair from his childhood library. With an affectionate eye to the librarians of his youth, Gaiman reflects:
They were good librarians. They liked books and they liked the books being read. They taught me how to order books from other libraries on interlibrary loans. They had no snobbery about anything I read. They just seemed to like that there was this wide-eyed little boy who loved to read, and they would talk to me about the books I was reading, they would find me other books in a series, they would help. They treated me as another reader — nothing less, nothing more — which meant they treated me with respect. I was not used to being treated with respect as an eight-year-old.
Libraries are about Freedom. Freedom to read, freedom of ideas, freedom of communication. They are about education (which is not a process that finishes the day we leave school or university), about entertainment, about making safe spaces, and about access to information.

Thursday, August 4

Fall 2016 classes now at the
Train Stain in Parksville.

Hello everyone
We have been living in the deep dark woods for three seasons now.
One the arting front I now have a tin roof on my dirt floor studio
Potting in the woods is a very different experience.
Everything depends on the weather for these ole bones of mine!

Now carrying my work

As always classes can be requested for homelearners or small groups
call and ask them for me.
Easy Peasy Lemon Squeesy

In case you would like to visit my website
zip on over here

Wednesday, December 24

Sunny Day December 24th 2014

High noon this very day.
Gorgeous Day

Eli sharing his soup with his new Solstice gift Puppet.
The fellow's name changes often in the last two days.

King Robert.
King Rueger.
Sir Oddo.
So upon asking as I write this
"So,what will you name this fellow Eli?"
"Oh, I know, he shall be called King Sir Robert Allen Orr.
Well then, there you have it.
We are making clothing, furniture, swords and shields for him.
Oh what a good idea this doll puppet turned out to be!

Eli received an easel and acrylic paints with a set of new brushes from a friend of ours
(thank you again Carla).
This is the result two days later.
I wish you could see the texture!
There is a gnome and his cabin in the woods. The tree in his woods and two waterfalls.
The brown needs replacing already.
My little woodsman favours browns.
This was Solstice Day.
Our little Noble fir tree and Eli wearing our German Student Fellow Finn-Mann's new hat and Eli's new elf shoes.

If you look carefully you will see home made strap on stilts! Thank you Chris & Melissa, Soule and Gwiadon! He walks like an baby ogre with them on!

Happy Solstice
Merry Christmas
to all
of us

Sunday, May 25

Our Peas are Nearly Pea-ing

The Rains have pushed us back into the house.
So you get to see what we have been up to outside the last while.
It is such a pleasure to have soil.
You know?

Out our kitchen door the peas are nearly pea-ing.

The squash is squashing in our Winter Compost pile.

Raised beds are amended and growing just fine. Potatoes and the Choy Family (Gui lan and Sui)  are in bins this year.

Rather quaint addition the straw and the comfy chair, no? One can barely tell we live in town.

Back gate dinner plate sized clematis seems happy here too.

A wee teeny tiny bit of public space encroachment. *a-hem*

The Stink Pot Pie  (AKA Aunt Lucy) is still looking for an exit into the wide outside world.

Bandito Se`nore Eli and his compadre Stink Pot Pie standin' off sans wooden six shooter
 in front of his "Herbal Hospital"
(Yes, another great Eli quote - Herbal Hospital)

Hey what's hiding in the Flavas and runners?

Wine and soda/beer bottles with aqua in them for extra warmness in the night.
Hey, why is the Mickey bottle have such a big mouth?

Mother's day 2014
"I love you Mama and I love biscuits dipped in chocolate."
Eli said to me ever so tenderly and sweetly.

Have a great May everyone!

Saturday, May 24

ZAZ Play List

Does The Mess of Day To Day Ever End

Oh Yes!

 Here is a secret about my day I will share.




Zaz Play List 
on the Speakers

Victoria Gin and

Knudsen's mango spritzer
in my body
soil under my finger nails
VoilaMy day improved.

Sunday, March 16

The Blacksmith Shop is Open

Two weekends ago looked like this

So we did things like this 

 Eli took some photos too

This week looks like this

Eli opened his very own blacksmith shop

Aided by his apprentice Aunt Lucy

Monday, March 3

The Cosmic Gesture of Hand Work

I came across this to day on our little rural school's 

I am reminded of what I know.

The simple depth of this concept is profound for me this day.

Simply profound

Tuesday, February 25

Smooth Slippery Slide-y Frozen Strawberry Lunch

We have snow.

A lot of the pretty stuff.

Two days with no school and no work for us.

Books and books later
Eli and I decided on this recipe with out most of their ingredients.

This is the book
(I put it on Library Thing for reviewing later so 
it will show up on the side bar of my blog)

Eli and I did this

1 packet of organic strawberries 

on the counter while we mixed up and let sit for a while

a table spoon of slightly ground flax seeds

a few table spoons of liquid honey
a few table spoons of water

We used our teeny tiny little cuisinart machine to blurr, blend and whirr into a 




the insides of 
our necks 

Yes I said "lunch"
that is what we had for 
Our Lunch.

Serve it with a very small spoon and a glass of very warm water for sipping 

These things will help reduce the pain of ones face from gulping frozen things, Right Eli?
"Right, Mama"

We still have no camera so 
no original fotos.

I pirated a few from the web.
Arrrr matey! Yes pirated 'em pickies!