primalmommy on mon 6 oct 03
OK, so now I have to figure out how to throw a ceremonial
drinking-breastplate for our annual women's camp out... and
dry/fire/glaze in in two weeks time...
Stephani, we should have been friends in younger days.. Though I was
once an olympic-grade contender in both events, I am afraid my
boy-wrestling and cornfield-cavorting days are over... but I am still a
hearty viking wench at heart (with the red haired offspring to show for
it)..
While my circle of friends now are more of the suburban soccer-mom
variety, (and unlikely to go for cold beer down the cleaveage with
tent-sleeping weather in the 30s) it is remarkable how a few hours of
bonfire and beverage and the company of women can remove all those
cautious habits we cultivate in polite comapny or within earshot of
small children...
Not just the year of less-than-satisfying substitutes for profanity..
(try dropping a board of trimmed pots and saying, "RATS" instead of
"#*@%! ) .. not just the tales of conquest and exploits from life before
marriage, mortgage and kids... but a whole wild, howling aspect of the
soul that has been packed into this mommy/wife role like a foot in a
pointy shoe.. suddenly freed! It's hard to describe what it means to
this group of repressed june cleavers, how we look forward to that
weekend circled on the calendar...
And this year I am actually going to make it to NCECA for the first
time! I have been invited to share a room with some potterwomen i met in
LaCrosse.. and I'm teaching a class at the potter's guild that will pay
my way... and it's actually driving distance for me this year!
It may be early to say this, but I am open to any and all suggestions
from NCECA veterans on what to bring, do, see, beware of, look forward
to...
Yours, Kelly in Ohio... after a weekend of watching cub scouts go tribal
around a camp fire, hopped up on s'mores... finishing the sealing-off of
my hoop house, where my leeks, parsley, collards, chart, beet greens,
scallions, chives, and broccoli are spared from frost... and sprouting
spinach, lettuce, peppergrass, corn salad and assorted greens are
sheltered inside cold frames inside the hoop house... the whole works
cost 50 bucks and went up in an afternoon last spring, came down like a
pup-tent in warm weather, and went back up before first frost...
If you might like to build one (just pvc and plastic sheeting) it's at
http://www.primalpotter.com
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wayneinkeywest on mon 6 oct 03
Dear, dear Primalmommy:
Now you have ME wild, and howling on the floor.
I don't know if it will show up on everyone's screen, but your
..."Rats" instead of "#*@%! ) shows up as a "mail to" address!
Oh, and could I ever mail that to some!
You made me laugh, and made my day.
Thanks for that,
Wayne in Key West
where "#*@%! ) is an everyday expression
> Not just the year of less-than-satisfying substitutes for profanity..
> (try dropping a board of trimmed pots and saying, "RATS" instead of
> "#*@%! ) .. not just the tales of conquest and exploits from life before
> marriage, mortgage and kids... but a whole wild, howling aspect of the
> soul that has been packed into this mommy/wife role like a foot in a
> pointy shoe.. suddenly freed! It's hard to describe what it means to
> this group of repressed june cleavers, how we look forward to that
> weekend circled on the calendar...
Stephani Stephenson on mon 6 oct 03
Kelley
I think we already are tribal sisters.
I think we both went to the University of Oregon
I took classes in the Folklore department as well,
though my major was Ceramics
(Found the Folklore classes more interesting than most of
those darn Graduate seminars.)
From clues in your post on kid's games...
I know we have both hunted the great moose,
been scared right up a fig tree by lions
been decimated in the savannah by a herd of missing links.
and passed the gift of fire down the great river
So, from "Mark and Image" to wokslogging, well it just isn't
that far....
Though the great breastplate is now more likely to be
filed with tea, coffee, or springwater
afterwards V.W. still collapse in giggles and pillage the
neighborhood
wrestling bagels and/or our own foundation garments
tripping over sidewalk curbs
leaping, or stepping, over garden hoses
and sitting down to rest on the hay bales.
however, Viking women of all generations can tear up a
dance floor, anytime, anywhere
may your breastplate runneth over.....
Stephani
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Kathie Wheater on tue 7 oct 03
In the true tradition of Viking Women I have once again
been left to anchor the clan while the man (dishwasher)
goes south to adventure. I now have LESS time to indulge
myself in the continuation of beloved persuits. I will have
one final and very large pit/bonfire to cap off the the season.
Kelly, Stephani, I will whip up a breast plate and a helmet
for Mel (he can grow his OWN braids). I shall raise a bowl
of grog and make a toast to you.We usually do these celebrations
at Lisa's leaf raking parties(another viking maid). If you can make it
girls let's plan a weekend. Bring the kids and camp in or out.
Let me know.
KathieW
Norge for sure with strawberry locks and mama 'possum of 3 towheads.
I too am hoping to make NCECA
Lee Love on wed 8 oct 03
----- Original Message -----
From: "Kathie Wheater"
> KathieW
> Norge for sure with strawberry locks and mama 'possum of 3 towheads.
> I too am hoping to make NCECA
My freckles and my grandfather's red hair probably came to Ireland and
Scotland with the Vikings. ;^)
Lee In Mashiko
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