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Who am I?

I love to write about my interest and experiences and most often I take a fact and expand on it just for the fun of it.  Over the next few articles, that I write you can decide if they are truth or fiction.

I’ll start with one phrase that my husband and I always say, “We are God blessed”.  Every Thursday we do Meals on Wheels and we deliver to about 10 people who are either just old or have health problems.  We are, in a lot of cases, delivering to people who are younger than we are.  Most of the ladies are really lonely, and the only people many of them see each day is the person who delivers their lunch to them.  We try to spend time with the ones who are really lonely.  If you want to feel God Blessed, then volunteer to help the poor or the lonely.

We have been blessed with two wonderful children, our daughter, Eebie, and our son, Chip.  They are in their 50’s now and I keep saying I’m not old enough to have kids that old.  Each of them has their own families and have made their way successfully in the world.  My Mother thought men were pretty stupid.  So when my sister and I ended up with only male grandchildren we used to tease her saying it was her fault we didn’t have any girls.  In a later story, I will write about my Mom who was indeed a lady who walked to a different drummer.

Family Portrait

This is called a tease so you will keep coming back to read my stories.

When I was but a wee person I had asthma and at that time they did not know how to treat it.  When I would have an attack they would wrap me in a handmade quilt and put me in a rocking chair in front of the door thinking the fresh air would help me breathe.  Well, I was allergic to everything that blossoms at night so it is amazing I survived at all.  I think that the health problems and the fact that it turned out I have dyslexia probably formed the basis of why I am an artist.

When I was director of an art non-profit promoting artists, as well as writers, I realized that most artists and writers have some form of disability that they have used their creativeness to overcome their problems.  Probably the one time it was blaring in my face was a writers’ workshop that had many successful retired people attending.  The writing was absolutely amazing.  Then one session the instructor asks each of us to read a paragraph out of a book and not one of us could read without hesitation.  It was an eye opener and also a wonderful revelation that many of our creative successful people are also the ones who have overcome or worked around a disability.

I hated school because I would think I had made an A on a test and it would come back C, D, F.  Many years later I realized it was because I was mixing up my letters as I wrote.  I managed to keep a C average and did get accepted into college.  Luckily I met my husband in my sophomore year and quit and got married.  Of all the stupid things I was working on a Bachelor of Science degree.  Obviously, I thought very highly of myself.

I realized that I had dyslexia when my son was diagnosed in the second grade.  When they explained his problems it was quite an eye opener, but at last, I knew I wasn’t stupid.   Thank God for spell check, because I can now express myself and only be laughed with and not at when it is my choice.

I’ve been in the arts since 1964 but never thought about being successful are “famous” until one day a lady I had sculpted a piece for turned me down and later told a neighbor, "I didn’t buy her piece because she is not famous."

Bird of Paradise Sculpture

That is the first time in 20+ years of selling my art that I sat down and wrote a bio of everything I had accomplished.  I said “Damn I’m good!” and closed the book and kept on creating and having fun doing exactly what I want to do.  To be happy you only have to see yourself as being famous to heck with what other people think.

I used to say life begins after 55, but now I realize it gets better and better each year.  So next year I will say life begins at 80.  I thank God every day for my family, but more than that I thank him for bringing these friends into my life.  They keep me young in spirit.

Luncheon outing in Greenville SC.

I truly am God Blessed in every way.

PS: When I showed my pottery friends the photo of Charles and I  they said, "We recognize Chuck, that doesn't look like you!".  I still don't know how to take that.

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Happy New Year to one and all! It's hard to believe 2016 has come and gone! Is this what happens when you're middle aged? The days just seem to fly on by. Why Christmas is just around the corner. I better start making my ornaments. Before you know it, it will be Christmas Eve!

January is a calm month for me. All the hustle and bustle of Christmas is over and now I can get back to my knitting (currently making a welcome blanket), finishing one book and starting a new one, and catching up on my shows. I usually record my shows because I can't stand the "never ending" commercials.  It's amazing how short a show is without the commercials.

My daughters and grandbaby with 2 more on the way

I better enjoy the peace and quiet because both of my daughters are pregnant and due within months of each other (a girl in April and a boy in June). I already have a 16 month old grand baby girl, Madison, who I love and adore. Just think, I will be a grandmother of three and all three will be in diapers and under the age of 20 months. I have a feeling this year will be a busy one for "Ni Ni". My granddaughter has started calling me "Ni Ni" (not sure about the spelling) and with a little coaxing from my daughter, she's even started calling her grandpa "Papa". So it looks like our names are set.

One inch of snow.

Earlier this week we were cooped up in the house because we just had our first flurry of snow. Not much snow but the temperature did drop. My husband and I braved the cold to walk around our neighborhood. It felt good getting out of the house and walking briskly in the cold air. It reminded me of days gone-by snow skiing out west. That brisk air just wakes up the soul and we look forward to a hot toddy when we get back. Even my left knee says "thank you" because the more I walk the better my knee feels. It will be almost a year since I had my knee replacement surgery and it was well worth it.

It's the middle of the week and we're going from 18 degrees just a few days ago to 70 degrees by this Friday. That's our unpredictable Georgia weather.

Greenware bowl drying--for charity

So between now and baby time, I will be working in my clay studio making plenty of pottery. I enjoy the peace and quiet working in my small studio. It's very therapeutic and I've been pleased with the results of my work. I just met with the rest of my Lady Fingers tribe to make bowls for charity and just hang out and try to solve all the problems in the world. (still working on that part)

Since it was pretty cold earlier this week, my husband made some chili. He keeps the recipe in his head and there is no measuring, so I took it upon myself to write it down. It's pretty good when he makes it. I just hope I translated it correctly.

John's Chili Recipe:
Ingredients:
1 lb ground turkey
1 lb ground lean beef
1 large onion diced
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 box Carroll Shelby's Chili Kit
2 cans diced tomatoes
1 TBS molasses
1 TBS cocoa (unsweetened)
1 green pepper diced
1 can chili beans
1 can canolli beans, drained
1 TBS worcestershire sauce
1 can chicken broth
1/2 cup water

Directions:
Lightly saute onions and garlic in 1 TBS olive oil in a skillet
Brown Turkey and Beef in a separate skillet
In large pot add broth and 1/2 cup water (add water as needed during cooking)
Add molasses, cocoa, and worcestershire sauce in pot and stir
Stir in box of Carroll Shelby's chili kit
Add sauteed onions and garlic
Add tomatoes with juices
Add beans and green pepper
Add browned Meat (Turkey/Beef)
Heat to boil, then reduce heat to medium and cook for an hour

Bon Appetit and God Bless

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This is the continuing stories by Jaymi about why she believes God guides her hand.

Spirit Homes
Spirit Homes

I do not remember how my “Spirit Homes” came into being, but I suspect one of my friends was sick and I pondered how to cheer her up, and then bam, there the idea was in my brain.  I believe that God sends ideas into my head, after all, who else could come up with some of the crazy things that come out of my hands?  I thank him every day for the gifts he sends my way.

When I give the Spirit Homes away, or customers buy them, I get feedback that is always positive.  I remember one young mother was having her kitchen redone, and it was the kitchen from hell.  We put a spirit home in the kitchen window and not only did her kitchen end up beautiful, about two weeks later she met the man she would soon marry.  She still has the spirit home because in her mind that is what completely changed her life.

Hanging Spirit Home
Hanging Spirit Home

One lady was having marital problems and every time she needed to take her rings off she laid them in the spirit home above her sink.  The marriage is still strong today.  I’m not claiming my spirit homes perform miracles I am just saying that if you believe in miracles anything can happen.

I always include a write up that says, “Good Spirit Homes provide a soft bed of cotton for your good spirits to rest and revitalize.  If you are having a bad day check the cotton it might have become lumpy or dirty.”

For a joke one day I made a “Bad Spirit Trap” with spiders and snakes.  It has hooks over the entrance so the bad spirits can’t get out.  The saying I send with it is “Do not place the Bad Spirit Trap near the edge of a shelf, because if two are more bad spirits get inside they will start to fight among themselves, and pretty soon the Trap will start rocking and rolling and fall off of the shelve, breaking and releasing your bad spirits back into the room.”  Men and boys are the only ones who have purchased these traps so for.

Bad Spirit Traps
Bad Spirit Traps

I made Bad Spirit Traps with magnets on the back and I called them calorie traps.  You would put them on your refrigerator and when you got something like ice cream out to eat, the calories from the food would flow into the trap.  You could eat in peace knowing the calories couldn't get out and land on your hips.  This must have come from my brain instead of God's because I never even sold one.  Oh well on to the next project.

Just a final note.  As I am writing this it is election day and i have voted.  My husband and I went to our Church also and we prayed to God.  Not to let our candidate win but rather to watch over America during this time and to guide us in the way you want us to live.  God Bless America!

Here is the address from each of us to go to our Etsy shops and enjoy all of the new art we are creating.

Patti Petit http://www.etsy.com/shop/runningrabbitpottery 

Jaymi Hampton - http://www.etsy.com/shop/EastbournOriginals

Susan Holmes http://www.etsy.com/shop/SimplySusansPots

Patricia Noell http://www.etsy.com/shop/PotterybyNoell

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Some of the pottery I sell on ETSY

My mother was born in Trieste, Italy and when I was a little girl, I enjoyed listening to some of the stories that she passed on to my brother and myself. Many of the stories were sad because during her young adult life she was living through the horrors of WWII.

When she met my dad, who was an American soldier stationed in Trieste, she played "hard to get" so it took 4 long years of courtship to finally convince her to marry him and move to America.

My mother was lonely at first with her family still living in Trieste. She was probably the only foreigner living in this small town in Georgia. The town took her under their wings and she eventually made plenty of friends. I oftentimes asked her why she left her family and moved so far away and she said "that's Amore".

My mom and dad, late 1940's
My mom and dad, late 1940's

Over the years, she corresponded through letters with her mother and sisters--all in Italian. To this day, I still have those letters in a large bin but have yet to translate them.

My aunt Anny before she had her own child, would make and send my mother matching outfits for my brother and me. We had some beautiful sweaters and coats. We were the best dressed couture toddlers in town. My mom and her sister were wonderful seamstresses.

My twin brother, Jim and me
My twin brother, Jim and me

My twin brother and I had never met my mom's family until the summer of 1964. We were eleven and we traveled to Trieste by ship, and stayed all through the summer--the best years of my youth.

Before we left for Italy, the local newspaper had taken our pictures and wrote an article about our upcoming travels. That was big news back then. How many children back in those days from a small town can say they lived in Italy for the summer? It was wonderful getting to know my uncle, aunts and cousins and especially my Nona (grandma). She was a sweet lady who loved to cook.

My cousin Tiziana, Aunt Anny, brother Jim, me, Mom and Uncle Edy summer of 1964
My cousin Tiziana, Aunt Anny, brother Jim, me, Mom and Uncle Edy summer of 1964

While there, we traveled all over northern Italy and other nearby countries. I still hold on to the memories and mementos we obtained while visiting various countries. Two years after our first visit, my Nona died unexpectedly. That summer of 1964 was the first and last time I ever saw her.

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Nona at the stove as usual

Since that summer, my mother stayed in touch with her family and over the years we would either visit Italy or my relatives would travel here. Even though we lived so far apart I felt a strong kinship to my Italian family. Over the years, one by one, my uncles and aunts passed away. My mom was the last to leave us. Before she passed away in 2008, I visited my cousin, Tiziana, in 2005. Her mom, Anny (my mom's sister,) had died the year before and I wanted to spend time with my cousin and my uncle. While I was there, my cousin would cook pasta and my uncle would pick up fresh fish and we'd have fried octopus, squid - you name it, I ate it. Everything tastes better in Italy. The food is simple, yet mouth watering.

Tiziana and her husband, Fabrizio and their dog Heikki
Tiziana and her husband, Fabrizio and their dog Heikki

So while I was in Italy Tiziana decided to show me how to make tiramisu. Watching her make it seemed simple yet complicated. She used all fresh ingredients, because tiramisu is a dessert that doesn't require baking, so it's important that the eggs are fresh. I thought, I GOT THIS. I wrote down the recipe while she was making it. I forgot all about the recipe until years later while my daughter's in-laws were in town, I thought I would pull out the recipe and make them Tiramisu. They are both Italian so I was hoping to impress them. What a disaster! The tiramisu looked good from the outside but once I cut into it you would have have thought I was giving them pudding. I may have soaked the ladyfingers for too long in the espresso coffee.  When my cousin made it, it came out perfect. I guess there's an art to making tiramisu.

I somehow managed to lose the recipe, so I contacted my cousin, Tiziana, and she was happy to oblige.  So here's the tiramisu recipe straight out of Italy.

You will need:

  • 1/2 cup brewed espresso or very strong coffee, at room temperature
  • 6 large egg yolks
  • 1/2 cup confectioners' sugar (8 Tablespoons)
  • 8 ounces mascarpone cheese(1-1/4 cup)
  • 2 Tablespoons rum
  • 6 whipped egg whites
  • 18 to 20 Savoiardi Italian lady fingers
  • 1 ounce grated bittersweet chocolate and/or cocoa powder for dusting

Directions:

Combine espresso or strong coffee, 2 TBS Rum and 2 TBS of confectioners’ sugar in a bowl

Prepare Filling:

Beat egg yolks and 6 TBS of confectioners’ sugar and set over a double-boiler saucepan in   simmering water 5 to 8 minutes. Use a whisk and continue to beat until you remove from the heat. Once you remove bowl from heat then beat in mascarpone cheese.

Beat 6 egg whites in a bowl until it holds stiff peaks.  Once the yolk - mascarpone mixture has cooled a little, gently fold in half of the beaten egg whites and then add the remaining half.  If you have concerns about raw egg whites be sure to use the freshest and highest quality of eggs (short of owning a hen).  Look for Grade A or AA eggs in the egg shell.

Assemble Tiramisu:

Dip half of the ladyfingers very quickly into the coffee, and line the bottom of a 11 by 8 inch dish or 9 inch square dish. Spoon half of the mascarpone filling over the ladyfingers and spread into an even layer. Grate half of the bittersweet chocolate over filling.  Then dip the remaining ladyfingers very quickly into the coffee and arrange a second layer over filling. Spoon remaining mascarpone mixture over ladyfingers. Dust with cocoa powder. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate at least 6 hours.  When ready to serve, dust with extra grated chocolate or cocoa powder.  Leave out at room temperature about 20 minutes before serving.

Let me know how yours turned out.  ENJOY!   Patricia

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Jaymi's experience with the Unusual presence of God

FNERs having fun
FNERs having fun

Times I know when God has had his hand in what I was creating.

As a clay artist, you know that God is with you because he has provided the earth that you are manipulating with your hands.  I have had several times where I know that God guided my hands.  There was also one piece that the spirit of the piece just was not happy.   I’ll tell that story first then tell you about my funky creatures.

I have made porcelain angels for ages and their wings have always been very beautiful and fragile. One day it was late, but I finished an angel and put it on the shelf to dry.  The next morning I came in the studio and the angel was on the floor.  The only thing that was broken was the wings.  So I picked her back up added wings and set her on the shelf making sure this time that she was not near the edge.

Painted angels
Painted angels

The next morning there she was on the floor again, and again only her wings were broken.  I set her on the shelf and I said “OK you don’t want to be an angel.  When you decide what you want to be just let me know?”  She is not on the shelf anymore so I don’t know where she went, but I hope she is finally happy.

I have always known that God is with me because he blessed me with talent to create art.  It is his talent that flows through my hands I do not take credit for it.

Mountain Laurel sculpture
Mountain Laurel sculpture

Fifteen years ago I had a large order of Mountain Laurel flower sculptures to make and I just was not in the mood.  I just set squeezing the clay between my fingers.  Pretty soon I started seeing these crazy creatures starting to evolve.  They made me laugh and I was no longer working I was having fun.  I named them “For No Reason” or Fners for short.  I put a pretty high price on them in the gallery I was then director of because I figured no one would buy them, so they were just there for the laughs.

Billy Pig talking to ant.
Billy Pig talking to ant.

Two weeks later 9/11 happened and a great sadness hung over all of us.  Within a month people started coming in the gallery and my Fners were walking out the door in great numbers.  I started asking people why are you purchasing them and the answer was, “I have been so depressed that I just need something in my life to make me smile again.”  Then I knew God had known what was going to happen and that people would need something to pick their spirits back up.  He provided it through my hands.

That was fifteen years ago and when I realized that I wanted to write a story about Fners that it has been years since I have made them.  Last week I started making them, again and again, my spirits just began to jump with joy.  That is when I realized that I had been down in spirit because arthritis in my hands is making it harder for me to sculpt.  Now I am back in the studio having a great time playing in the clay.  I'm already planning my next story about how my Spirit Homes came into being.

 

 

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Jaymi's Continuing Stories

One of the funny things I have observed over the years is when I am invited to a pot luck dinner no one takes any of the goodies I have contributed.  Then someone will finally take a bite and start asking, "who made this can I have the recipe."  Anyone who knows me will start to laugh.  I think after you read this recipe you will understand.

In 1969 I attended a cookie exchange in San Jose California.  This lady baked these bars and, oh boy, they were delicious.  So ten years later in Boca Raton Florida I was invited to a cookie exchange.  I decided to make these cookies.  I was pretty sure everyone would love them, after all they had won first prize at a cookie exchange in California.

Maraschino Cherry Bars 

¾ c. brown sugar

Susan's Platter

3 Tbs. butter                                                                          

 

½ c. flour

1 ½ tsp. Pumpkin pie spice

¼ tsp. soda

1 egg

1 c. chopped walnuts

Blend above ingredients adding walnuts last.  Spread in greased 9” square pan.

Combine 1/3 c. granulated sugar

¼ c. chopped maraschino cherries

2T.grated orange peel

Sprinkle over batter.

Bake at 350 degrees for 18 to 22 minutes.              

Cool and cut into finger bars.                                               

                                                                                On Sunday afternoon Dec. 9, 1979--------                                

 Patti's Leaf Plate
Patti's Leaf Plate

Here is how I made the cookies:

1 ¼ c. brown sugar

4 Tbs. margarine-cheap I am!

My mixture seemed dry so I added

2 eggs

¾ c. orange marmalade, since I do not have any orange peel.

1 ½ c. flour

Heavens, I don’t have any pumpkin pie spice so I’ll substitute with:

2 tsp. cinnamon

1 tsp. cloves                                                       

Pat's Leaf Plate
Pat's Leaf Plate

¾ tsp. ginger

1 tsp. nutmeg

1 tsp. soda                                                                       

1 c. or so of pecans

1/3 c. granulated sugar                                                    

1 c. chopped maraschino cherries

Spread and sprinkle in 13x etc. pan

Bake 45 minutes; 350 degrees

Good grief a failure!  I can’t imagine what I did wrong.

Scoop bars back into bowl and stir into blobs.  Roll teaspoons of dough in powdered sugar---and pray.

Take them to a cookie exchange and win first prize and have everyone asking for your recipe.  

In 1992 we were in the process of moving from Boca to our new home in the mountains of Northeast Georgia.  My friend Janice came over to tell me good bye and she said "Jaymi I have something I think you will want."  She gave me back the hand written recipe that I had given to her, because she insisted on having the recipe.  I thanked her with great appreciation for her thoughtfulness, because I had completely forgotten about it.  I said someday I will write a story.  Well here it is 2016 and I have finally written the story.

Jaymi's Serving platter
Jaymi's Serving platter

All of the serving dishes are available on Etsy.

 

 

 

We are four women, all from different parts of the country, different backgrounds, different talents and personalities.  There are two things, however, that link us together.  One, we all like to stick our hands in the clay and get dirty together.  Down and dirty and create!  Second, and I believe the most important thing, is that we not only love each other, but we all like each other. Now and then I  tell a family member "I love you but I don't like you right now."  You know, love and like don't always go hand in hand.  These three women, however, are my friends and I love them as well as like them.

Learning social media. UGH!
Learning social media. UGH!

Friends!  This subject is very near and dear to my heart this week.  On a loose schedule that was made for us by our social media advisor, I was assigned to write something about "friends".  Well, as it turns out, I need to write about friends.  On Sunday evening of this week a very close and dear family friend suddenly left us when he had a massive heart attack.  I have lost friends and family before, but never so suddenly.  My husband and I have been wanting to get with this couple now for several months, but the busy summer kept us pushing that time further into the future.

Now he is gone!  He had a very close relationship with my husband, Duane.  He called Jerry his "bare-naked buddy".  No, Jerry wasn't an exhibitionist.  But Duane could share anything with Jerry and Jerry would listen, relate and never judge.  Jerry and I had a different relationship all together.  I could get mad at him and he would never hold it against me.  He'd just grin and I knew he'd be thinking "Get over yourself, little sister!"  I loved that man.  There never was a time he couldn't make me laugh, even at myself.  We had a kindred spirit, I think.  Both stubborn and hard headed - opinionated and judgemental.  But both of us fiercely love our family and friends and God forbid if anyone ever messes with any of them.

Party-Time!!!
Party-Time!!!
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We even clean-up pretty well.

So now, here I am with one less wonderful friend.  I am thankful he was in my life and I look forward to the day he welcomes me home.  This sudden loss has made me so much more sensitive to all those I am able to still call "friend".  I am so glad that the Lady Fingers have started this blog.  It enables me to put into writing how much I care for each of them; how much I admire them as strong women of substance; how much I enjoy laughing and crying with them; and what an honor it is to be associated with each of them.

So, for those of you who read this, please take some quiet time and contemplate your relationship with your friends.  They are a very important part of you and you to them.  Value them, respect them, and above all take frequent friend-breaks and LOVE them.

~ Susan

1After spending years working for a large corporation, we moved away from the big city where I began to realize that there were more meaningful ways to use my creativity.  A close friend, Susan Holmes, introduced me to hand-built pottery - an exciting craft that is original and artistic. As soon as I put my hands in that clay, I just knew this was it!  I had discovered a media that I could adapt to my own unique ideas and designs.

Growing up, I used to admire my mother's creativity. She was an accomplished oil painter and seamstress. She would make outfits for me and commission work for other people. And even though I dabbled in sewing or tried my hand at drawing and acrylics, it wasn't until I was introduced to clay that I truly discovered this medium that would become my passion.

I’ve only been working with clay a few years but I have picked up so many skills and techniques. And while the learning process has been very enjoyable, my real feeling of accomplishment comes from the satisfaction that my completed original piece has been appreciated and valued by others.

Now I spend endless hours creating pieces for anyone to collect and enjoy.  My body of work includes unique and functional pieces created from start to finish from a rolled out slab of clay. These forms incorporate glazing techniques and textures which make each piece stand out.

I’m excited about being part of the “Lady Fingers Pottery” blog.  We’ll be sharing stories and our work for you to enjoy and share.

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Setting up our Etsy Shops together, left to right: Pat Noell, Susan Holmes, Jaymi Hampton, Missy Whitlock. Missing is Patti Petit and Missy still doesn't have her shop set up.

I am the oldest of our tribe, and I have been in the pottery business the longest having opened my first business called “Jaymi of Boca Raton” in 1974.  When I moved out of Boca Raton, Florida, and up to the mountains of Georgia in 1992, I changed the name to Eastburn Originals.

I have been very blessed throughout my life to be able to do what I love and make money, and at the same time, I never had to pay any house hold bills, so all of my money went right back into purchasing more art supplies. I had time to create without worrying about my future.  If everyone could be as lucky as I am, the world would be full of happy creative people.

I am excited about “Lady Fingers Pottery” website because here we can show off our creative work in both what we produce with our hands and also with our brains. It will be a mixture of pottery, cooking recipes, and storytelling about the past, the present and the future.  I hope you will join us for the ride.

This link will take you to my Etsy Shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/EastburnOriginals

 

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Simply Susan

Well, let's see, I was born in the year of the Lord...OK! OK!  I'm just kidding.  But I was born in Wisconsin and even as a little girl, I felt that God made a mistake about where I was to live.  I had this natural affinity for the South.  I read "Gone with the Wind" when I was about 10 and lost my heart to Georgia.  I also discovered the author, Eugenia Price of St. Simon's Island and determined I'd live in Georgia one day.

A lot of time has come and gone since those early days of dreaming about Georgia and its pine-scented woods.  Let's see, I was in the U.S. Army for five years.  I've been married twice (both from - guess where - Georgia, of course.)  The second one stuck, btw!  I've raised two handsome boys to young men and they, along with their dad, are the apple of my eye.

My husband and two sons: the apples of my eye
My husband and two sons: the apples of my eye

And yes, I moved to Georgia when I was 25 and it was everything I had dreamed it would be.  There was a minor pit-stop in St. Louis for 13 years, but I arrived back in the lovely country of Northeast Georgia and have fallen in love all over again.  Here I finely found my "tribe," a group of wonderful artists who befriended me and have loved and nurtured me. They are made up of old and new friends, always the best combination.

One of these special women, Patti Petit, came into my life when I was writing articles on artists for the local newspaper.  Patti is a potter and teacher, and while in her studio that day, she showed me a piece that one of her students made after just one lesson.  I was totally impressed and remember thinking to myself, "Now I could do that!"  Well, only weeks later I was one of her new students.  That was it!  After two sets of lessons with Patti, I was on my way to a potter's future.  And Patti had become not only my teacher, but my dear friend and mentor.

My Tribe.
My Tribe.

From there, I was introduced to Jaymi, another artist and potter.  Now Jaymi is someone I aspire to be when I grow up.  I thought I had a pretty well developed imagination, but Jaymi is certainly at a higher level (or maybe another planet).  These two ladies have inspired me in my new endeavor in countless ways and always are encouragers.

So after a few years into my love of pottery I, too, became a teacher (of sorts).  A friend from my distant past retired and moved to Northeast Georgia as well.  I invited her to visit us on a Friday when the three of us worked together in a gallery studio.  Next thing we knew Patricia was down and dirty with the rest of us -- hence our tribe.

I'm in love with Northeast Georgia and all its beauty and not only the wonder of all the nature that surrounds us, but in love with pottery and the people I've come to know and love here.  I hope you will join us on our journey together.  Who knows, maybe YOU will become one of the tribe!

You can view me and my pottery at the following link:

Simply Susan's Pots: http://www.etsy.com/shop/simplysusanspots

~ Susan