Friday, February 02, 2007

Yea for Photoshop!

Coffee in the New York skyline mug, the sound of the in-laws' pencils scratching the answers to today's sudoku puzzle on paper for music. It is an abbreviated day in the studio. Carol (the Apprentice) will be here any minute to help put the studio to rights from last week's photography explosion. And the postcards are scheduled for an on-time delivery today.

That was then, this is now. The studio is back together and I have the beginnings of a firing assembled. The postcards have arrived and the color is... not what I had hoped, but ok.

I got a funny call from one of my editors yesterday. Apparently the pics from shoot last week turned out really well. They just have a little photo-shopping to do: They are going to remove the worst of the "injuries" from my fingers. Yes, children, kiln-forming glass can be dangerous, but we don't want to show you just how dangerous in our pretty little how-to book. I am actually quite pleased they are doing the clean-up because, in spite of the manicure, my hands looked like crap last week... and this week... heck, every week!


Bill Paley said...

I don't recall your hands being filthy with feces last year. Did I miss something?

Anonymous said...

Hands? Are our hands suppose to be perfect? I have cuts all over them. Yesterday, I reached up to put my thin fire paper on an upper shelf and had to jerk my hand down and jammed it onto a shard of glass. My hand swelled up about 1/2 again of its size. It's finally come back to regular size now. Hands are not suppose to be pretty are they?

Brenda Griffith said...

Bill, so literal! Actually they look like exposed tissue and blood held loosely together by some strings of dried skin.

Smasty said...

Ha! Yeah, I can relate! As I stare at a big bandaid surrounding my ring finger, where my ring should be. Slashed it good on glass yesterday and bled all over the place. Too bad DNA gets burned off in the kiln...or you could charge extra.