greenstorm | Verbosity and Lesbian Art

First off, it's cold outside. It's a foggy cold, the kind where you can see the individual drops of mist hanging under the streetlights and feel them as little blades of ice against your skin. Not cold enough to chill to the bone if you're behind a shelter, but icy.

Second off, I must regretfully admit to making stereotypical Lesbian Art. This is a terrible thing. Are you ready for the details?

The SO and I need sauce dishes, for eating sushi or whatever, and so I figured, why don't I make some at my pottery class? So I got there today, and the wheels were all full, and I thought I'd play around. So what did I make? Vaginal sauce dishes, complete with pretty little clits on one end.

This is what repressed, tragic lesbian artists are supposed to make, right? It's terribly funny that it's me doing it. I don't *feel( stereotypical or repressed.

On the bus ride home I was thinking, okay, so I'm really bi and not lesbian. So since I have two vaginal sauce dishes (and one vaginal plate thus far, on the way to a full dinner set) then why not make two more, phallic sauce dishes?

I'm just wondering how to do that logistically.

I'm so entertained. :)

Also, my house no longer smells like it did when we moved in. Now it smells like my home and that's cool. Must be because I've been cooking on so many consecutive days.

The polenta was a success, I like it fried and it doesn't feel icky like pasta does. Gnocci next. Well, after the roast chicken. :/ Need to find a good non-chicken-only butcher around here.

Thinking about making baked beans on Saturday, but not sure if the day will be settled enough to get through them. Those are a great thing to make at home. :)