Elementals:  Fire, Earth, Water, Air, 3" x 5" bas relief tiles cast from artist’s originals and finished in stain and metallics, by Tammy Vitale, $22 each.

Things happen. 

Yesterday I wrote Sara that she had won the contest.  And Sara noted that she had built her wording from Christy’s suggestion, thinking she, Sara, was reading something I had written.  Christy? thought I.  I went back to my desktop:  no Christy.  So I went to the post and sure enough there was Christy and Christy’s entry was:  "I’m a sculptor/artist, I get my hands muddy with wet clay.  lately, I’ve been concentrating on the female form, trying to capture a different spirit in each torso I sculpt.  It’s like creating solid poetry – using shape, texture and color instead of words." 

So.  Drum roll again, please:  Christy, you are the winner of the lovely prose tile!  And thank you to Sara for being honest about her words being mostly Christy’s, and thinking they were mostly mine. 

The interesting thing is:  why didn’t Christy show up on my desktop?  Perhaps her comment got lost along with my keys?  (I am having a spell of pixies. )(For a moment this morning I thought I had lost my little chair, but, aha! there it was in the photo booth, where I was not looking)(maybe that’s not pixies).

At any rate, we now have the correct winner! Isn’t it great how things work out?!  Isn’t it great that we have this loving community that cares enough about each other to make sure things do work out?!

This morning I have already glazed and put in a kiln load (not hard when two of the pieces are torsos, which pretty much take up all the space).  And packed to run up to a shop today (which is why I was looking for the chair). 

And I had a bunch of very cool sites to share with you, but my computer updated itself last night, and when it does that it wipes clean all the nifty things I have to share with you sitting on my minimize line.  I hate when that happens.

So I’ll share a One Coach blog post called "What a Difference A Century Makes" because I remember that I had it ready to go and it’s still in my inbox and thus easy to get.  And it’s really a fun post when you think about time and things and what changes.  And there are some people still alive who lived through all those years!

I guess if I have time to track down the others I’ll post them tomorrow.  I had a great interview to share.  Either Alyson Stanfield or someone in her class suggested that when you find a good interview on line, with great questions, you save it and answer them yourself.  I thought this a grand idea, and was going to do that with the interview I had.  But it’s gone – and that is the pixies masquerading as a computer update – and I can’t remember how I found it because I was tracking something else down, and I don’t even remember what that was.  It’s been a long two weeks.  Perhaps the old brain is a bit on overload and needs a break.

thought for the day:  Perhaps you’ve heard about how elephants are trained to stand tied to a tiny stake in the ground, which they could easily pull up simply by using their considerable strength against the restraint.  When an elephant is young, the trainer uses a heavy chain with a shackle around the calf’s ankle which causes painful sores.  Within a short period of time, the animal is conditioned that pulling equals pain.  As the elephant matures, the trainer can use a weaker and weaker tether because the elephant won’t test it, until a simple rope tied to a tent stake will keep this five-ton animal from roaming.  It’s likely that many of the beliefs you have today are acting like that weak rope…The good news is you can change…You can choose your beliefs.  John Assaraf, The Street Kid’s Guide to Having it All.