As promised, I did in fact take a few crappy pictures of myself in HP garb for the release ceremonies. It was such a blast, though I got so involved in my painting project I was working on at the ceramic studio that night that I didn't do a ton of mingling outside between booths and well-dressed shops. It was killer neat though to see so many folks dressed up while painting goblets of fire at the same time as the HP soundtrack was blaring away.
Alas, no head-to-toe shots, due to my shaky hand and eagerness to leave the house, but here you can kinda see the hood of my cloak (which was so wonderful to wear that night because of the rain):
This is my knee-length skirt I wore (again, crappy as hell shot of it). It was so perfect--very Slytherin-like with its greeney hues:
And here is a somewhat better shot of the upper portion of me wearing my cloak:
My eyes are crazy dilated here--it's insane. And you can barely make out a white log (aka my cat Winter) over yonder on the chair. I also wore a ceramic pin I made last week for the event that's so clever (I'll show that one later). It's Snape-themed. With a picture of Snape. I love Alan Rickman. Sigh.Alright! Off to snuggle up on the couch with book in hand. See you all in a few days. Happy reading!

Oh and the Harry Potter flick was indeed quite good. Not Prisoner of Azkaban good, but certainly close. Very dark, good shots, decent acting (for a change), and of course insane special effects. Yes, there were creative decisions made in what wasn't filmed, but generally they did a good job on picking the right scenes to leave in and leave out. Could've been a wee longer, and I would have killed for more Snape scenes, but I'm getting nit-picky here.
I'm buckets of pleased. We had these two goofy cat ceramic pieces lying around that no one wanted, so I bought one and chopped the head off, then threw the base of an upside down teapot on top. A black and white striped tail, peppermint striped "nose" (teapot spout), and three painted eyes later and I had a glorious new beast to grace my abode. Here's a side shot so you can see the teapot head:
He resides on the top of my old piano, along with various other painted ceramic bowls, photography, and an antique Royal typewriter. You can see another painting I did earlier in the year hanging on the wall as well (hard to make out here, and I promise to take close-ups, but it is indeed the upper torso of a crow on a circus-like arrangement of colored stripes):
Tonight I'll be heading to the theater to see the new Harry Potter movie and I'm terribly excited! I so hated the last Harry Potter movie and everyone keeps telling me this one is more reminiscent of Prisoner of Azkaban (by far my favorite)--though not quite at that level. If this is true, it should be a goodin'.
I painted them earlier this week and only now finished up the aged layers and signed the backs. I'm dubbing them "Shadow Paintings" and will be doing bunches for
I said it yesterday, but I'll say it again. This is no doubt, my 
And, I'm thrilled that I started and finished this dandy of a painting today as well:
It's done in the same fashion as the Peppermint tree (collaged background paper on glass with painted layers on top and oodles of varnished layers and aging). The neato newspaper background is a snippet from my 1930s newspaper pile, which my aunt gave me a long, long time ago. The papers were saved from a basement of a firehouse in San Fransisco and all the front pages have glorious Amelia Earhart articles ("Amelia Earhart: FOUND!!"). They are just so, so cool, though all are in fairly bad condition, hence my cutting up of them. Anyway, I think this may be my favorite small painting to date (4x6"). I watched Pan's Labyrinth last night and I think you can see that it influenced the painting a tad. It too shall have one of those spiffy frames and ribbon hangers and yes, it WILL be for sale in
Just to prove that I haven't been neglecting the clay either (because I know it looks like that...), here's a quickie snapshot taken from my table of a smallish pile of charms I'm readying. I have my eyes firmly set on a big craft festival the first week of December in Seattle and I'm currently in stockpile/display/festival mode right now. I still have to apply, as it is juried so there's no guarantee my stuff will be accepted in, but I'm super excited about the possibility of selling my stuff in person for the first time! I applied for my WA state business license yesterday so I can do the show, something I'm embarrassed to say I haven't done--and I established my business well over a year and a half ago.
Two dozen, to be precise. Between the cupcake batter (always the best part) and the
And so, I'm off to slave away for another long work week. More art is in the works, as always, but I have nothing super-cool artsy wise to show for it today. Maybe another time, perhaps. 
In other news, I got a nasty burn at work over the weekend. I tend to wear skirts to work (I own more skirts than pants--I just love them) and after 1 1/2 years of working at the ceramic studio, I finally got my very first kiln burn. I feel like I should get a membership card or something. In all actuality, it could be much worse. I was lame and wore a skirt while unloading a kiln and barely brushed by one that just reached its 1800 degree peak temp. Whoops. It was an instant scald, and I now have a nasty-looking, peeling blistery burn on my right leg to prove it. But no hospital trip! I didn't need to make a trip to the hospital, which is great. A second or two longer on that hot bastard and I'd need a hospital. Glory be!
