THANKS, LOVELIES!!

Thank you to all the wonderful friends, customers, and visitors this weekend at the Crafters' Marketplace. I am a lucky gal for all the support and love. Happy Turkey Day to all and stay tuned for Mudstar's next holiday show - XO!! Rae

Crafters' Marketplace This Weekend!

Hello, lovelies!! Been a busy bee, getting ready for the Crafters' Marketplace this weekend. The Bates Scholarship Fund is the worthy beneficiary, with the added benefit of your getting a hop on your holiday shop! If you're in the Princeton area, please stop by. And snag me some of that off-the-chain toffee from the toffee ladies.  (That's how good it is. They are just known as the toffee ladies. No proper names - none needed.  Fair warning: buy TWO boxes. You can give one away…) xo Rae

Strip It Away

Our days are just a quilt of the random, aren't they? But if you strip away the laundry, the making of dinner, the paying of bills, there are some beautiful things in there.

1) This snippet about Maurice Sendak and Terry Gross from her interview in the NY Times, this Sunday. It moved me to tears and I've been thinking about it ever since.  

On ‘‘Fresh Air,’’ we listen to Gross grapple with the most complex questions of existence — racial prejudice, faith, family, illness, morality, betrayal, gratitude. In 2011, when Maurice Sendak was 83, Gross called him at his home in Connecticut. What was meant to be a short conversation about his new book, ‘‘Bumble-Ardy,’’ became a meditation on his nearness to death. You feel Sendak looking over into it from his living room.

Sendak: Oh, God, there are so many beautiful things in this world which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready. You know, I have to tell you something.

Gross: Go ahead.

Sendak: You are the only person I have ever dealt with in terms of being interviewed or talking who brings this out in me.  There's something very unique and special in you, which I so trust.  When I heard that you were going to interview me or that you wanted to, I was really, really pleased. 

Sendak is scratchy and emotional, and Gross is gentle with him. ‘‘And almost certainly, I’ll go before you go,’’ he tells her. ‘‘So I won’t have to miss you.’’


2) Kiln-washing the shelves: heavy, messy and necessary.

Detail of our rotting pergola, which I find strangely beautiful.

3) A walk in the woods.


4) The good, practical advice from Stewart O'Nan to carry around the last sentence you wrote, so you can ruminate at the water cooler, in the car, on line at Shop Rite.

5) Finding inspiration up, down and all around.

6)"The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools." -- Henry Beston

I'm Not One of Those Adorably Messy Artists.

My office view.

Always, a bluebird.

How can a creative person work neatly?  It goes
against principle, doesn't it? I don't know. I'm just not one of those adorably messy artists who pace floorboards dotted with a rainbow of paint blobs, or rustle amid leaning towers of papers, only to pull out the right one. Eureka!


That kind of creative chaos looks delightful and romantic to me, but I can't work that way.  I've got folders, lists and bulletin boards.  I like a deadline. I like to know where I'm going to be at 2pm.

Yes.  I'm one of those.  My theory is that there's so much swirling chaos and so many thoughts competing for attention in my head, that if I had chaos on the outside, too, I might just implode.  Or, you know, I need therapy.  Whatevs.

Thought I'd give y'all a glimpse of my shared office space - the one that's OUT OF THE HOUSE. Go ahead, wrap your head around that little nugget. I get so much more done here than at home. There are no piles of laundry here. Neatly-folded piles, that is.

Oscar, My Oscar

Inspiring Lately

There's a crackle and hum that wasn't here last month. The skies are heavy with blue. There's a new parklet in front of Small World Coffee, jubilant with the reappearance of the Nola. Summer girls totter in gladiators and tiny dresses in every hue. Kids yell louder, skate faster, spoon up their blend-ins from Thomas Sweets. The University's iron gates stand empty except for tourists and their iPhones.

My bones feel it, too. They're awake now. I serenade them with wacky jazz murmurations from Koop and scribble funny lines like "a gray imposition in a blue composition." I chew chlorophyll gum because I never did that before. That seems right.  Here's what else is inspiring lately:

Morning, everyone.

This book: My Cool Shed by Jane Field-Lewis. I want every one of these hideaways. Maybe this is where the good words live?

This art: End of Days by Brandie Grogan, because her palette, her repetition, her words, show me that there are others out there...

This amazing tutorial on how to make a clay and rope bowl. Guess what I'm trying next? 

This dramatic and old-new glaze design by Michael Kline at Kline Pottery.

And to the butterfly that flew with me on my walk yesterday, thank you:

this butterfly,
an impossible black,
reminds me of a dark-haired boy 
who folded up my heart
into his paper thin wings
and flew away.

A Rainbow for the Inside of a Cloudy Brain

One of my clay faves is Adam Welch, Director of Greenwich House Pottery in NYC, so when I heard that some of his work would be in Beyond Function, the ceramics show at the Arts Council of Princeton, I hopped to, swung 'round to Small World Coffee to pick up a Nola, then strolled and sipped and stared at these for a while. I'm pretty sure that the artwork did more to wake me up than the icy caffeine did. Like a rainbow for the inside of my cloudy brain.