I Should Copyright The Term "Prairie-Fairy", Don't You Think?

Here we have Xena (aka Large Marge) and Lauren whose head I chopped off due to trying to focus in on that sweet, delicate, little pup. 

Sorry, Lauren.

Xena is not delicate or little but she is sweet and her ears are those velvet puppy ears that you just want to keep loving on forever. As you can see, she has grown since the last picture I posted of her, which of course she has, but she is already now bigger than any dog I'd ever want but which I can appreciate being her human granddog mother. Lily and Lauren brought her to our after-pottery lunch today. The restaurant we went to allows dogs in the outdoor seating area and so she was welcome. She was quite well-behaved, mostly just looking for love from anyone who walked by but not in an annoying, whiney way. Lauren did put her in the car when our food came so she would not harass us. It was a coolish day and Xena was in no danger of dying from heat stroke. 

Pottery went way too fast today. I had hoped I could finish the glazing on my flower bowl but I knew that was not going to happen and it didn't. It's not far away from completion, though. 

I hate even posting a picture because it is so messy, so weird looking. Believe it or not, there are six distinct colors there but until they are fired, it won't look like it. I've still got to put more green on the outside and finish up the center. I'm not sure what I'm going to do there. 
Ah well. Another who made THAT? piece and not in a good way but it is what it is and please don't tell me it's going to be fine. 
As I told Mr. Moon quite soon after we met, "Don't bullshit me, man."
I suppose he'd given me some sort of compliment which I found less than based in reality and I was being a tough bitch which I viewed my 29 year old self to be. 

There were seven of us in class today including our teacher, and everyone seemed to be serious about what they were doing. Not as much chit-chat as happens sometimes. We only have two more classes for this session and I need to glaze my fish dish, which made it out of the kiln alive, and I surely would like to make another fish spoon rest for Billy. I brought the fish dish home with me, along with my glazes, in hopes that I can finish that up before next Wednesday. I realized I had no brushes except for what was possibly in the $1.50 watercolor sets I've still got from when the grands were little so after lunch, I went to Michael's and bought an assortment of brushes and I have no idea if they're up to the task of handling glaze but I think they will be. The brushes I've been using in the studio have seen better days and those better days were sometime in the last decade, I do believe, so these can only be an improvement, right?
I should watch a video or something. 

Marshall's is right next door to Michael's and so I dropped in there too. Nothing was appealing. Who the fuck is designing clothes these days? Here is an example of what it appears we should be wearing. 

Are we to be prairie-fairy princesses? Okay, these dresses were in the junior section but the ones in the women's section were pretty much the same. 
No thank you. I did not see one blouse, one shirt, one sweater that I'd have the slightest desire to wear. Or dress. Or pair of shoes for that matter. 
As I wrote a friend in a text, I should probably try shopping at a store that is not aimed at struggling college students. Jessie keeps telling me I need to just suck it up and go to the mall and look at some decent clothes. 
Jessie is the boss of me but so far, I have not gone to the mall which seems like something I'd only do in a dream of my past life and it IS something I did in a past life. I used to love to go to the mall. I'd take my children and we'd get some delicious Dole Whip and I'd hit the Gap and look for new T-shirts or whatever. Sometimes we'd go to Dillards and smell the perfumes and I might try on some shoes or a dress or whatever. Real shoes and real dresses. Not crap destined for the landfill within a year. I would lust after beautiful purses and take the kids to a toy store or Claire's where treasures were always found and occasionally bought. 
Even then, though, the kids knew I had a time limit when it came to being in the mall and they could always tell when I'd reached it. But until that happened, we had some good times, some of us had some tantrum times (not naming names), and I knew where every restroom in the mall was. 
And who knows? Maybe I'd enjoy an hour or so of shopping there again. I hear there are far fewer people now...

I did not answer comments from yesterday. I may still or I may not. I don't know. I'm tired. I woke up quite a long time before my alarm went off and couldn't get back to sleep. This is the way of it, isn't it? Glen's up at Lake Seminole, making a salad in one of his new bowls. 

The lady who sold them to Glen said they were unused which sounds preposterous but that bowl looks pretty fresh. Supposedly her mother got them as a wedding present and never used them. I do not disbelieve her. 

And that's it for today's report. I'll get some good sleep and tomorrow I'll be perkier. The word "perky" always makes me think of Mary Tyler Moore. Know what I mean? 
But in a very good way.

Love...Ms. Moon