I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Sunday, 1 July 2012
Pots from my Past
I was at my sister's house for a party, and met a few pots I'd made back in yesteryear. I think the teapot will date from about 1988? Or thereabouts.
Nice to see them, I'd forgotten that she has a fair collection of my stuff.