New paintings and regular art updates.
After posting the picture of a jug I decorated at the Emma Bridgwater pottery in Stoke on Trent, I just had this picture pop up on my Facebook memories.
This one was double the size, decorated a few weeks later at the Stafford Pottery in Burslem. I noted this was a third of the cost?
They were given as Christmas presents, I enjoyed the creative process and it was good to give something like this to family. I wish I had more time to decorate pottery, but at the moment everything is difficult.
One thing that worries me is my hubby not washing his hands when he cooks. Even if the food is not raw I think he should clean his hands. I always do.
I can see possible cross contamination happening, but he, who trained as a scientist, doesn’t seem to believe in soap and water. That’s fine if I’m doing the cooking. He can keep his germs to himself. But not if he’s cooking for both of us.
Example, he put something in the bin, then picked up a plate, I thought NO. So asked him to wash his hands, he says I’m nagging! Now he’s gone off in a huff. He wants to cook, but I don’t want an upset tummy. It’s all about him being brought upon a farm I think. He doesn’t suffer from stomach problems. How do I get him to listen?
My hubby has finally agreed to cut down his collection of train memorabilia. He has static trains as well as various models, but these were sitting in the summerhouse and getting covered in spiders webs. He has enjoyed them for a couple of years, but we decided (so it’s my fault) that it would be better for other people to see them too and get hooked by a love of trains. The thing is if they get left outside they might get brittle in the sunshine and temperature variations. So donated they are. I hope others get as much pleasure from them.
I’m actually happy that I managed to wash up this afternoon. Standing and supporting my own weight for a few minutes without crutches. I feel like I might actually be healing. I had to have some new slippers because the old ones has gone to thin in the soles and we’re slipping on the kitchen floor. The new ones are a bit tight so I’ve used scissors to cut down the heels and give me a bit more space as my fert are swollen. Fingers and toes crossed for a full recovery.
This came up in my Facebook memories and I thought I would share it as an example of something I can do other than painting on canvas. I hope you like this tortoiseshell kitty. X
Don’t know why I did this? It’s a bit mad. Playing with Artrage app again. I’m a bit at a loss today. My legs are aching, my ankles are sore. I’m still sleeping on the armchair, can’t attempt steps yet. I’m on pain medication and tablets for an infection in my leg. I am just, blugh! Driving hubby round the bend, been driven mad in return. I know how to do things, but he’s trying to cook. Which has resulted in overcooked food and undercooked. So, looking at screens, looking at posts. I’d like to finish some paintings but I cannot push and pull the chair I rest my art stuff on. I will have to be patient!
Kitty likes curling up by the sofa. Right where I walk to get into the kitchen! He turns over and miaows at me when I approach him. Delighted that I’m saying hello. Then proceeds to get underfoot, as I walk slowly behind him. Sometimes he tries to rub against my ankles, which could be deadly to him as I’m still using crutches and am quite unbalanced. Then he jumps up on to the kitchen cupboard miaowing for a tasty treat or to run his head against my hands. He’s a lovely, medium sized cat. No malice, mainly living indoors although he does pop outside sometimes. His one trick is not to come when I whistle him. He used to, but when we got the bigger boy rescue cat it seemed like it learnt to come to me when I whistled, but my old friend has decided to come over when he wants not when I call him unless treats are involved.
What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?
We went out for a lovely meal at a Japanese Restaurant called Miso in Stoke on Trent. There were three of us so we agreed to share the cost between us as it was a family outing. It’s actually mentioned in a Novel by a Richard Osman, one of his Thursday Murder club series.
We had sushi for starters, with Miso soup, then each of us had a different Bento box, including Duck with teriyaki sauce, and mackeral with black pepper sauce, salad, rice, and guyozo.
Finally we has pistachio ice cream with sesami seeds.
Drinks included iced tea, sake, and cold japanese lager. I think the cost crept up because we kept ordering sake and I also had a glass of peach wine. Very tasty.
We love the place, but they were being refurbished recently, I know it’s reopened but we haven’t had the chance to go back and I will have to be more careful about what I spend!
Old eye, still looks out. No one can remember it’s youth like I. He still has the sparkle, the strength, despite the depth of flesh. Sometimes gentle, sometimes proud. He reminds me of am ambassador, so aloof.
My hubby, old flesh, heart still beats gently. I’m still in love with him, even with his mad thoughts. If it was a previous age he would have been a warrior king. Not always right, but always strong.
Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
What uninteresting story can I write about? I still like reading newspapers so that means I can find something uninteresting if I look hard enough. But then my sense if humour kicks in amd I will see the silly side of the story.
Most online stuff seems to be click bait. Stuff that you click on and the article has nothing to do with the headline and you are dragged off to some advert about bitcoin.
So finding something was hard, but a clue to something came from my hubby. I asked him if he had seen anything interesting. He then proceeded to tell me about an article in his monthly magazine from Apedale light railway. He told me about a well tank. (a steam engine with a tank of water between the frame of it instead of outside like a saddle tank).
He said the engine was called Stanhope and it was found sunk in a swamp in Africa where it had slid off its rails. It was rescued and restored and brought back to the UK.
So the story is entirely uninteresting to me. I like steam trains, but the story does not enthrall me. But it interests hubby, so I guess the point is the old saying, one man’s meat is another man’s poison.
Mallaband-Brown