This afternoon, I set myself to make small whippets and rabbits. My fingers remembered how to make whippets, but not the rabbits. Some of you might remember that I used to make little sweet rabbits like this.
I neatly carved it out from the lump of clay. It was unusual and complicated method, but I made several of them. After about one year, I can't make any more. Shocking! My fingers lost memory. You know, there is muscle memory. I have tried several times this afternoon, but sadly failed each time.
So I ended up making this one. What is it?
She looks like one of Moomin characters!
It is difficult when I can't make what I like to make, but there was nothing I could do, so I played with it.
In contrast with the rabbit, I enjoyed making whippets.
|The first one|
So, I even tried a new posture. Pearl sometimes does this when she really gets fed up because her dinner or walk is late.
|My dinner is late again!|
|When will she take me for a walk?|
These are our last cherries in the garden. They are Stella, black cherries. I always pick them a bit too soon, so they have never become as dark as bought ones. I guess that's the point of having a cherry tree in the garden; eating them not as ripe as they should be!
|'I saw a little bunny on campus! Sweet, fluffy and a pocket size! I wanted to chase it, but I was not allowed! : ('|