This is how my week started, a clusterfuck.
Monday morning I lifted the kiln lid only to find one of the support posts toppled during the firing and all my lovely little rows of beads collapsed onto each other and fused into a useless wreckage. Oh happy day.
I remind myself it could be worse. No one died and it's only clay. I only lost 1/3 of the kiln load. It could be worse. I remind myself that if this is the worst thing that happens to me today I will consider myself lucky.
It's really not that big of deal, but it does create a domino effect. These beads were for an order that was to be shipped Monday afternoon. They had to be redone, bisque fired, glazed and fired again, which takes time and makes me push everything else back a few days.
This is the story of my life- a few days behind on everything. No matter how carefully I plan I end up playing catch up with my deadlines.
I will try to look on the bright side. Since this is now a completely useless lump, I can call it ART and I can wear a cute little black beret. I like hats and nobody expects an artist to be on time.
