Along with the winter rain comes my shift in mood. For 5 years it coincides with the drip, drip, drip of the studio roof and the slow flooding of the kiln room.
Old news...
This alone generally turns my mood glum as I'm forced to abandon my sanctuary, but this week my landlord informed me that she wants to renovate the house and needs us out. So it's time to pack up the cozy little studio and make a new go of it. I'm apprehensive to say the least, but in a very small, private way, I'm more than just a bit thrilled!
I have a new evil plan...