Timbalada views the outside world from the safety of the top rung of her favourite ladder. It is cold out there and who knows what scary things might happen to her if she ventures out. Such is her character.
I have been glazing my flotilla of boats all week. It has been rather a labour of love, trailing small areas of colour then masking out with wax the sections that I didn't want the transparent glaze to cover. This worked fine on the smaller boats which I was able to dip and pour. But I chickened out of dipping the large pieces - they were just too awkward and heavy and resorted instead to the spray gun. I soon found that sprayed glaze doesn't run off wax, leaving instead a fine residue of powdered glaze which is hard to sponge off. It was cling film time, head stockings and arm stockings of the stuff. This worked a treat and saved a lot of wiping off time.
Meanwhile Rodger has been busy fixing the new huge expansion box to the vertical pugmill. It's all ready to go, but I will have to be patient. I simply don't have the time to take the leap into the dark at this stage with the next two shows looming. All that potential but later. I have a rather nice commission to make two tables this Autumn, so there is plenty of chance to come into its own.
Tomorrow I get to open the kiln and see the first flotilla results. It's a bit scary really when I seem to have spent so much time on them. I am bound to be disappointed! The kiln is back to full health, our very nice local electrician sorted it out, it was a seized up switch. However he also spotted that when the fellow wired up the heat pump last year he somehow managed to alter something which meant that when you isolated the mains to the kiln it wasn't actually isolating it at all. Eeeek! Pretty fortunate we still have a Rodger.
Today Rodger found this (empty)wasps nest and cracked it open. What a beauty from such tetchy insects.