When I was home a few weekend ago, I found a book with a message to me inside of it that an ex-boyfriend from high school gave to me after we broke up. I have to admit he was absolutly right and I know was being quite a shit at the time, but I can now apreciate his words. He writes....

"Hi Liz! Even if I can't feel the same ay for you as I did ( Read more... )

One year in college I took ceramics as my art elective. I love clay. I used to dig up white clay at my grandmother's cottage and I have a shelf there decorated in unfired pinch pots colored with red from scraping brick together. I took ceramics in high school, so it seamed to be the thing to do it again since buying a kiln is impractical for a ( Read more... )