Pots in Place

Well, strictly speaking tiles in place. You may remember pictures of these tiles in the various stages of preparation, decoration and finish, and the picture of Dave and Sue looking at them in the farm yard at Spring Fling. Well here they are in situ in their kitchen, what do you think? I made tiles years ago while I was still working at Jason's for my mum and dad's fireplace, these are the first I've done since then. I am very pleased with them and miraculously they seem to even fit the space that they were supposed to fit into.
Thanks for the pictures you two, I hope the tiles keep you happy for many years.

In the mean time however I am getting very frustrated. There is so so much to do and I had so many plans for the summer. Potfest in the Park is coming up and I had hoped to have some new things made for that as it is the first time I've done it and I really wanted to have something new and great there. I do have lots of pots but it's the same nark with me, I've seen them before and I want some new ones, there's nothing wrong with the ones I have, and most people visiting the show won't have seen them before but it's just me being awkward and eternally unsatisfied with my pots. I especially wanted to have finished my kiln by now and wanted to be well underway with the pots for the first firing, it is very hard not being able to work. I do have lots of annoying things to do, you know the accounts, sorting the mailing list, making sure new exhibition and events are listed on the website but you know how it is they're not what I want to do so I shall ignore them for as long as possible. I've also got the next article for the Craft&Design magazine to write but I don't want it to end up being a moaning piece if I'm still frustrated though there is a lot to tell that's happened over the last couple of moths without spending 1000 words on my neck. I can't spend that long at the computer either as it still hurts to sit with my arms out in front of me for too long. My neck exercises are coming along a treat though, my arms feel like they do belong to my body again and are not separate entities dangling by a hugely sensitive spiders web feeling every jolt and movement as nasty pain, and I can, slowly, turn my head again and Paul is pleased that I can now wash the dishes again. Hopefully it won't be too long now, I'm trying to be gentle but to still do stuff, normal stuff, not hoiking bags of clay obviously, so that I can get the muscles used to what they should be able to do again. "Whiplash occurs when the soft tissue in the spine is stretched and strained after the body is thrown in a sudden, forceful jerk." Makes me feel a bit sick just thinking about what actually happens to your body in a crash, eek, even in what is essentially a relatively minor one like this. Well maybe those accounts will get attacked this afternoon...