Paige Davidson Studio

Yesss! That is one of my guilty pleasures. I won’t name my others to spare your brain.

Pleeeeease shop small as we move toward year’s end. Pretty please. We little shops really need you.

In my distraction I took tomorrow morning’s pills tonight. It has been nice knowing you.

I’ve been having a breakdown that has involved crying in front of others at work and binging the two original seasons of Twin Peaks in 2 days. I’m way too sensitive for this world and dealing with all these folks and my most peopley season is ahead.

Woke up in after dreaming about putting stickers in the windows of my second business location bc I realized I hadn’t been paying personal business property taxes in that second county. Took me 15 waking minutes to convince myself I only have ONE store in reality and have been doing it all right.

I’m just a couple days from creek-sitting. I’m also up at 5am regretting not buying the pack of adorable Hello Kitty TP at HMart.

It feels like a miracle that I made it through last weekend. Saturday’s event was the most intensely difficult in my 22 years of biz. I have to make it through the next 5 stressful days and then I hope to sit in a creek with a hotdog.

Today I trimmed 50 pots, had an early 1.5 hr taco bfast with my childhood bff, got coffee, held squealing piglets, bought 4 handles of tequila, glazed a kiln load of pottery, measured my tallest sunflower at 13’10” and got offered a cuckoo opp for next Wednesday. I am beyond stressed but today = A+

So exhausted by everything outside of my house. Making things is my grounding force and I’m working at body-damaging levels. Send cheese and dry reds and rental cars for road trips.

Taught my niece and nephew how to create and print their first etchings today. They make me proud.

Soaked in and slathered the magnesium but my back still feels like trash. Send me your tips and tricks for fixing yours. I’ll be waiting on my heating pad.

Just got home from the grocery store with: one tin of anchovies, one of sardines, a bag of magnesium flakes, magnesium lotion, a bottle of patchouli spray, a bottle of Malbec, and a chocolate cold brew. This is where I am in life.

I’m with you.

Who needs to meet me in Portland and then drive me along the coast while I paint?

Woke up from nightmares of having a panic attack at my store while trying unsuccessfully for an hour to create a gift certificate while all my customers left frustrated and neglected. Woke and moved to the couch and my cat came in dragging a koozied beer can in his teeth. Gonna be a long day.

Send me your favorite books and audiobooks you’ve enjoyed lately. My stacks are getting low.

Another 12 hours of glazing today and the kiln is full and finally firing (while more storms roll in. Hoping for consistent power)

12 hours of glazing today and the kiln is STILL not full but I did finish Springsteen’s audiobook and 3 episodes of Murder She Wrote.

If you finish a daily project ahead of schedule bc you get too enthusiastic and double up, is that cheating?

Hanging on with museum visits, frozen pizza, obsessive printmaking, and cat snuggles.

Today was roooough. Hoping for a better tomorrow.

Who wants to pick me up and take me on a roadtrip? I can put on my phonies and be silent in your backseat and/or poorly serenade you with WuTang Clan and share my jerky.

I successfully followed a recipe!

Worked too much today but the kiln is full and firing. Hoping the two new glazes on a few dozen mugs aren’t possessed by demons. Fingers crossed.

Just found a chocolate bar in the fridge that my banker gave me two Christmases ago and it was still good. Amen.

I didn’t get a look. Got me on the back of the arm and flew away.

I deserved it.

Happy Easter. I got stung by a bee.

Did you get arrested for throat punching a hostess on your anniversary?

I finished throwing/handling 42 mugs this week.