Progress!

I decided a shake things up a bit and show you a picture of the almost completed studio from a different view. The building itself has only a few things that need to be finished (including painting that white door!) There will be a garage door in the very large hole in the north end. Tomorrow Mark will be here to install the sewer and water lines. Tom will also start the wiring tomorrow and he estimated that will take about four days. Electricity! Just think, this time next week I can turn on a light, run the attic fan (don't know how effective that will be without a ceiling), bisque fire in a kiln that hasn't been fired in so long it won't know how to act! Without the ceiling installed I won't be checking out the new AC unit, by noon each day my little building gets very toasty. As soon as the wiring is finished the construction crew can put the ceiling in and they will be finished! The walls are studded for the restroom and glaze room. I think we are going to finish the inside walls with rough cut lumber - I hope that looks okay. I saw Huck with his garden wagon loaded down with clay I bought in North Carolina while on vacation this summer heading to the studio this evening. Today was my first day back to school and I was surprised he hadn't hauled more of my "junk", as he puts it, to the studio. I have been planning and collecting for this project for a very long time. I can't blame him, the shed is full, there is only a path through our double-car garage and my studio takes up over half of the basement. He is looking forward to the return of his space and a garage he can keep clean. Thanks for looking at my blog and I certainly enjoy all of your emails! ;) -Janice

"I love naked ladies!"

I wonder how many filters will not allow this blog because of today's title? Not much to post about The Studio today, so I've decided to tell you a story from nine or ten years ago involving naked ladies (Amaryllis.) There are so many in bloom now and it makes me think of this story. The picture is from my neighbor's yard. I wish my flower beds looked like this, but I figured out to make beautiful pots with the clay instead of trying to grow beautiful things in the clay and that's worked out better, thus, The Studio.

At the time I was a K-12 library media specialist and spending half of the day in the elementary building. (Why, oh why, did I ever let anyone sign me up for the elementary stuff?) Anyway, there was a 1st grade class of 20 little boys. They all came in one afternoon, just after school started, and one little boy said "Mrs. Schubert, I want a book about flowers, I love naked ladies." At that moment all the other little boys started telling their naked lady stories..."I've seen my mom naked", "I've seen my sister naked" and on they went. To say the least I lost control of the room and to this day I don't know how to handle a herd of 1st graders. Now Billy is in high school and when I see him I smile!

Whoa! It's bright (and hot) out there.

You've gotta love her...Shanise comes to work everyday, works hard and sweats like a man, yet she never looses her sence of "girl". Check-out her pretty necklace!

Today they are putting up the walls inside for the glaze room and the restroom along with finishing the metal on the outside.

Still, so much to get finished before...

We're almost there!

This is the latest picture of The Studio. The metal is on the east roof and sides, the doors and windows are in, the insulation is up and we're almost there!

I'm not sure what kind of bird this is, maybe some sort of Flycatcher, but it is very interested in the construction of The Studio. I've seen it several times in the evenings when I've gone down to see the progress of the day's work. It has an odd sound and doesn't seem to mind my presence or taking pictures.

Lane and I played in the concrete when they poured the porch and the kiln shed. He didn't know what to think, but went along with it. I couldn't resist the urge to include my pottery stamp. Now we need to get Tucker here so we can pour the step and get his signature.