14 December 2006

stress test


The day before yesterday was a test. It was a wet rainy day and I set out to go to the local packing store to purchase an inordinate amount of packing peanuts, boxes and bubble wrap. After making my purchases and nearly fainting from the cost of everything I embarked on the next task, which was to get all of the stuff I bought into my Jetta. With deft skill and acumen (after many attempts) I managed to squeeze it all in without an inch to spare, not to mention windows to see out of. I jumped into the car, soggy and wet, proud but a little overwhelmed from the experience, only to realize that if I were to drive my car like this I just might cause an accident. My better half took over; I quickly reassessed the situation and decided to trade my twenty-four inch wide bubble wrap in for a smaller more manageable 12” wide bubble wrap. Back in the car, with windows to see out of I drove off, in the rain, towards my studio. Then came the schleping of it all into my studio, which requires loading everything into a freight elevator and hauling it down a long hallway. Once inside my dry studio I set out to start packing up all of my orders. I was happily wrapping things in bubble wrap, fortifying it with corrugated cardboard (a new trick that I learned from the lovely Whitney and Sara). All of a sudden I hear a crash, not a good sound in a ceramic studio. I turn around and a piece of cardboard that I had propped against the wall had fallen over taking one of my vases with it. This was not good. My vases have been in short supply and I can’t afford losses like these. I lifted the cardboard to evaluate the damage underneath and yup, the vase was broken. Resigned to the catastrophe, I picked up the shards one by one and then accidentally I grazed my finger over a piece of the broken vase and sliced it open. Sliced sounds so dramatic, doesn’t it? It was not a bad cut but the kind that bleeds profusely. So profusely that I got blood all over the bubble wrap. Yuk, what a mess! Once the wound was washed and covered with a band-aid (and my mess cleaned up), I continued on with my packing only to run out of tape mid way . I knew then it was time to go home. So I did.

8 comments:

risa said...

ugh. what a sucky experience! i'm sorry you lost a vase. have you ever mosaiced? maybe you can make it into something else (when you have the time, as you sound quite busy right now!) i hope your finger is feeling better.

Listoria said...

You poor thing; I hate days like that! You just want to jump back in bed, pull the covers over your head and let the world pass you by for the day.

I like Risa's idea of a mosaic - with your stuff, I bet that would look amazing and funky!

Hope things get better (maybe you just needed to get that one day out of the way for the rest of them to go super smooth),
Tiff*

Sheri Burhoe said...

Sorry about your mishap ! Beautiful vases.I especially love the vibrant red based piece

lisa s said...

ugh. been there.

hope your finger is ok now....

sad about the vases

simple me said...

Sometimes we just have to stop and go home...it happens to all of us.
Hope you are having a brighter day today.

Sarah e. Smith said...

I recently discovered your designs via a different design blog and just adore your work...i just hope one day I will be able to afford one of your pieces :) I'll be back to visist again! Happy Holidays!

natasha said...

oh man! i know once i start to lose my patience, it is time to just stop, whatever i am doing , just stop, or i will utterly destroy everything around me.

Anonymous said...

i love your pottery!

-drew
www.drew-o-rama.com