Mom and I encourage touching and holding our bowls because more often than not if a customer picks up a bowl they will buy it. I bring this up because Shannon from Missficklemedia said we would have to slap her hands away if she saw our bowls in person. Don't worry Shannon we don't slap, we encourage the touching and caressing!
Today was a whirlwind of activity in the studio. I actually was able to get seven bowls enameled, which I think is a record for me. While I was enameling mom cut out 14 bowls and a pair of earrings. I think the enameling of those bowls will be a three day project. I don't think I can handle standing on my feet any more than five hours at a time.
I feel better now because we have 41 bowls enameled and ready to be sold, except for the tags (ugh, I hate tagging and inventorying, where is the inventorying fairy when you need one!). I told mom I would be comfortable with a minimum of 30 bowls but I would be happier if we had 60 bowls. So, we are slowly getting there.
I was able to get photos taken when we got home. I need to really figure out how to use Photoshop so I can get the glare out of the pictures. I can't win when I take pictures no matter if I am in the sun, shade, or in the garage with a sun lamp. I hope you guys can bare with me until I figure out how to take better photographs.
Enough of my complaining, and yes I would like some cheese with my whine, on with the eye candy show:
Cut-out bowls (mom cuts out the intricate designs, which she loves to do, and I like to cut out the perimeters, which mom hates to do).
Enamels used were Cobalt Blue on the outside and misc. transparent yellows with a sprinkling of red and sunset orange
The wolf is misc. greys, browns and a sprinkling of black, the trees are misc. greens, and the moon and perimeter is cobalt blue with a sprinkling of black
A six inch bowl
And I am going to leave you with a photo of mom's Bradford Pear tree, to show that spring has actually sprung here in Indiana. I never thought the winter would end. I think this is my favorite time of the year when everything starts to bloom and the grass is green. Oh happiness, except for the mowing part!