🙌 by Christina Osheim

Oh boy! Thanksgiving. This has been the best thanksgiving I can recall. Cause guess what?!?!??! I didnt celebrate in the typical belt loosening manner (although that will happen tomorrow. I ❤️ leggings) I made time to spend with my parents. To spend time and feeling so thankful with what I have that I am here as I am.

Last year we were in Providence visiting my bro & sis in law. It was really good to see them, but I was still in such a fog. It feels like it was longer than a year ago and is something that I remember almost as a 3rd party onlooker. In other words sober me now hovering over that experience and having a David Attenborough worthy commentary: subject looks a bit confused. Does not want to make eye contact)

this year it’s funny as I have a feeling this year will still feel like a blur, but be when the merry go round is beginning to slow down a bit. I’m no longer holding on for dear life.

so anyway, turkey day. I ate no turkey. But I jazzercized with a large group of ladies led by my favorite instructor and a cameo of another favorite who resigned from the teaching part and is now just an attendee. It was SO GOOD!!! I shook my little fanny and laughed and loved that this is the life I get to lead.

ok, it’s 9 pm now and I had stories I was planning on weaving- I took photos of the abandoned dumpster. But I want to read and so this hippie, hobo, Norwegian, lumberjack/potter will leave you with highlights of the day/the dumpster to make up your own story.

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Verbal diarrhea- possibly some wheat in the chaff? And it was a mouse... 😱 by Christina Osheim

It’s been a funny, good day. Or a good, funny day. I have stuff I want to say. But I want to keep some of it private. 

Soooooooooooo. This is one content little paradox loving life. I’m trying to take it easy some. Easier. Not work ALL THE TIME!!!! So currently I’m lying on my studio mates couch watching poirot waiting for my kiln to preheat so I can get this commission bisqued today and glazed tomorrow and ready for post tday holiday sales.

Todag I broke in my new clay compute. I am embracing my farm roots and looking like a lumberjack, mason, blacksmith, ranger, hobo, or *GASP* potter.

how funny that my favorite place is my spot in a warehouse wearing men’s clothes covered with mud working with my hands and drinking lots of coffee.

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(this post is also a bit of a tired free assosciation, run on sentence, grammar deficit faulkneresque bit of prose to keep me from watching my pot boil or work dehydrate)

I am working to try and take better care of myself. Like not skipping meals. Half a Caesar salad from vodka later I feel like I don’t have to worry about being alone in a warehouse in the country by the train tracks as the garlic I am exuding will cause many or any to faint.

driving too and from the mud studery today I was noticing an extra large or super sized dumpster by the train track bridge. It’s a bizarre area to begin with, but with how the dumpster is positioned it looks like the grinch’s dog ran out of steam halfway up a hill and gave up or that the polar exprsss decided to flip this dumpster off the car as it was full of coal. It is just visually so freaking strange. There is a story behind it, but I don’t know what it is.  But perhaps that is one of the reasons I really love where I am right now. There is so much to explore in life! I see all of these things and my head is clear and I just have countless funny adventures every single day. Silly, stupid, delightful, funny things! And now it’s going to sound like some horrific dating profile. I just tried to write a pseudo profile and make fun of it somehow. I read what I wrote and was just blank. I had no response. VANILLA! That is it. Vanilla. Saying I’m funny or have a good sense of humor seems so vanilla. Like Olivia in fringe. It’s like if you have to state it it isn’t true. “But really, I am funny” is kinda like “but really, I’m not sexist.” “Or racist” it is someone doth protest to much. and what do I say often “but really, I am naturally a blonde” hahahahaha, oh man. The gods of lunacy have just thrown that banana peel down in front of me. I raised them two left boots from the show in Brooklyn last weekend (I really did bring 2 left boots accidentally. Whooooos) and they callled with a mug full of coffee that had curdled from last week. UNCLE!!!

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This has actually been really fun. A free form/association writing exercise. It has been a good day. I am happy to be back and excited about what is coming. I started the NY NOW app and almost had it finished when canva.com crashed. It’s funny to be finishing up a commission and finishing up an app at the same time. What I am realizing is my baby (business) is beginning to crawl. I need to start looking for where and how I can find and pay for assistance when I need it.

I do go in many “flights of fancy” to quote Anne of Green Gables. And I need to do that. Partially it’s my personality and partially to keep me from taking myself too seriously. A way to try and keep myself a bit grounded or even more ideally not so self centered/narcissistic. That will be an ongoing battle for the rest of my life I believe. But knowing is half the battle.

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ok, folks. It is 9:57 and if these puppies aren’t dry I’ll find out tomorrow because Jackie O is ready to get hot and bothered! (Time to start my kiln. I’m also beginning to wonder if I am hearing a mouse of some other critter in my studio or the walls of it- entirely possible- and think it’s time to hit the road.)

Soooooooooo

THATS ALL FOLKS!

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Takoma Park by Christina Osheim

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Park, indeed right now I feel like I’m in a park.  I’m staying with a close friend who lives here with her husband. I have known both of them well for a while, gosh 20 plus years really. Geographically I have almost followed them as when I went to Cranbrook in Michigan they were both in grad school in Ann Arbor. I would spend some weekends with them to get out of the cran-bubble and so their apt, now house, feels like a second home in a way. Right now I am lying on their couch having just taken a nice nap and read for fun and am feeling really thankful (har har with the week that it is). —(and something I am realizing about myself is that I don’t have to codify feelings or situations to show how much or little work I have done to get to a place)

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And that right there is what I was wanting to talk about today. I had a great weekend. I had fun and brought my cheer and sense of humor to a so so event. My attitude helped others have a better event. It was better because I was there. I hope that doesn’t sound arrogant or full of myself because I don’t mean in to. And this is going to turn into a very loopy circular convoluted rational for something that is super simple and a “duh” but is too simple and new for me to have fully grasped it without having to try and codify my lack of having to codify that I really had to kick my own ass to have it be a great weekend as it really was a disappointment in some respect.

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life is a paradox. I am living living. ergo I am a paradox.

right now the sober work I am doing has me working on humility. To humbly ask god to remove my defects. To be humble. It is such a funny thing, a paradox, because you cannot be lazy and say well gods got the reigns I’m going to take a nap and hope that my dream is there when I wake up. Nor can you work until you are one sourpuss who deserves the gold but has gotten only an honorable mention (I fall into the latter of these extremes). 

And So right now what I am having to do is remind myself that the goal is to be able to make a living doing what I love and share that love with the world. And even there. That statement. There is a me me me quality. My genes, god, the hp, fate, or dumb luck have given me a skill of creativity and I am doing my best to humbly ask god to help me use it. That is what I need to try to remember and put forth. It is terrifying to feel out of control in a way as the finances are so freaking scary. But that scary spot is perhaps where I need to be and by taking this risk I am showing that I trust? I don’t know. That seems like a bad, backwards, justified logic. 

And this is it! PARADOX! I was speaking with a few people at the show @ Brooklyn Museum asking them about NY NOW a large wholesale convention I was asked to be a part of. The other potter there said that he wasn’t interested in doing something like that because it is production work and he doesn’t want to do production. My instinctual response was if I am setting the perimeters of production and it lets me keep doing this/making this my living, yes please! But it is a risk and a 2-4K risk. My gut is telling me that my work and I are ready. That this will take me somewhere. Or answer a question.

And I had a great time this weekend. This show proved what I had already thought- this means of sales does not work for me or what I produce. It is a door that I can not gently rest closed (leave slightly ajar as things can change and flexibility and fluidity are essential to this career.) (hahahahaha, clay! Flexibility! Fluidity! Slip ‘n slide! Slip! Oh man, I love language and how silly it is)

so this has been a fabulous busmans holiday! And I don’t need to codify it. 

This has been a fabulous busmans holiday. (That is also an awesome book by Dorothy Sayers). Better yet my friend had clients cancel and should be home right about when I finish adding pictures to this post. Score life! 

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