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Starting the Thanksgiving Countdown

Oh my my my-  Today I found out that there is a 'Work of Art' MARATHON on, started at 8 AM I think.  To justify having the tv on and loud this morning I started cooking. For breakfast I made pumpkin oatmeal with the real Irish stuff that takes too long for regular days.  Added pecans and raisins and chunks of leftover pumpkin that turned to mush in the long cooking.  It's really pretty good, but could use some sugar which I can't have. Figured I make lots of it and dole it out every morning for awhile, so tomorrow I'll add some Splenda and see if that fixes it.  Also, since the marathon is going on all morning, I started browning some short ribs to amuse myself and stay in front of the set-  the smell is driving me wild and I can't wait for dinner now!

I think there's only one more show so I will head first to Michaels to grab some waste canvas for my new embroidery piece and poke around looking at other stuff I will suddenly 'need'.  Then I hit the studio, but I am THINKING all this time.  (See 'process' icon to the left again)

And while I am shopping I need to replace the little glass box I used for this Ironstone book:

I sent it off last January when a new magazine requested it to include in their issue.  When it arrived at their office the glass pane on the bottom was shattered in shipping but they could still photograph it so kept it and notified me.  Not much I could do at that point.  Finally it was returned this week (yup, ten months of being photographed!) in the same box with the same bubble wrap as I had sent it but that box was inside another box.  I unwrapped it over a the studio and FOUR MORE glass panes are shattered.  USPS must have played catch with this thing, it's basically ruined.  My only recourse is to see if I can get the little hutch unglued from the solid wood back (the only non-glass wall!) and get a new box.  Which means repainting and wallpapering that back wall.and replacing the 'floor' with something that will be more substantial.   I sure hope I can rebuild it, other wise it will be glass-less and I will have to smash the glass in the door so it at least is all the same.  What a pain.  I'll let you know when the magazine comes out- might be the last time anybody sees this piece!  Bummer.

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And now, a few things that aren' quite what they seem:

This was once a watermelon!  This guy carved it into a brain with kitchen tools.  Brain food, I guess.

Laughing stones, by a Japanese sculptor here.

HUH?, you say?  Why it's bacon of course, pushed and pulled into a version of Van Gogh's Starry Night.

'Nuff for now, I have short ribs to finish off.