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Brand new.
The brand, if I can call it that, is me. All my dolls are mine, as you know if you are a regular reader. All my porcelain dolls begin as sculptures done by me, from which I make the moulds. … Continue reading
Disaster.
This will be a high speed posting, I am running out of time. It’s three weeks and a couple of days to the show and I haven’t even begun assembling dolls yet. And, helpfully, there has been a disaster. Here … Continue reading
Werk. Bang.
I have finished the rubbing down and cleared up. I have wet washed the floor, all the drapes across the furniture, my clothes, my hair, my bed and anything else involved. Fifteen solid at least fourteen hour days. Never done … Continue reading
Pressing the buttons.
The OH is utterly addicted to his mobile phone. If he is awake, it is in his hand. He thinks he is a genius because he knows everything, I think he has outsourced his thinking. When I rub down the … Continue reading
Werk 3 ish.
I am working twelve hour days at present. I am still rubbing down all the porcelain castings and now after a week of rubbing I am here. All the big stuff up the far end of the dining table has … Continue reading
W-erk! 2
My dining table currently looks like this . It’s the result of pouring porcelain every twelve hour day for a fortnight. If I do that, I get this, which is a lot of work no matter which end you look … Continue reading
The time of the lilies.
Sounds like one of those frustrated nineteenth century novels where the heroine spends a great deal of time looking out of an upstairs window, fiddling with the net curtains whilst pinning all her hopes on a forthcoming bring and buy … Continue reading
The pour the merrier.
I am still pouring porcelain, by tomorrow I’ll be into my second week of it. I took a photograph of what I’d achieved the day before yesterday not very impressive is it? The moulds waiting to be poured are … Continue reading
Not raining, pouring.
Regular readers know exactly what I’m doing. I’m pouring liquid clay to make dolls, sculptures, ornaments and all the rest of the things I have made for over thirty one years in porcelain. There’s a lot to pour. There are … Continue reading
Gareth not Gareth.
I’ve been looking after the grandchildren while their parents were away on holiday. They live in a lovely Edwardian semi with all the original fireplaces, halfway up a mountain in Wales. Mountain is not an exaggeration. The first day I … Continue reading