Yesterday afternoon, I put Mocha Socialite, my other blog to bed. I'd stopped posting for about two weeks (although it felt like two years) to re-examine my focus and spend some time on other goals (like establishing my art jewelry business and this blog). After resolving the issues that were preventing me from blogging, I returned to posting with a feature on the delightful socialite/fashion publicist Bonnie Morrison of KCD Worldwide.

This week, I continued my quest to convert the dining room to the kiln room. Marc has stood by in the most amused manner wondering how I'm going to reshuffle the dining room's contents throughout my apartment. (Just wait and see, mister)! My sister called yesterday to remind me to purchase a fire extinguisher and make sure my smoke detectors are operable. (She's very maternal). Although she's glad that I'm buying a kiln rather than using a blowtorch, she's still (unneccesarily) concerned.

My goal for next week is to send off my MFA applications to my top 3 schools, and to buy my jewelry tools, beads, and precious metal clay (PMC). I just adore metal clay. After lemon drop martinis, the personal computer, and the internet, metal clay is one of humanity's best recent inventions. Speaking of martinis, a few of the gang dropped by to help me move furniture around, and I made a batch of lemon drop martinis and Saumon Mariné.

After everyone left, I turned off the lights and was mesmerized by the twinkling street lights and my daydreams. I daydreamed of the day I learned about jewelry designer Mish Tworkowski whose witty, elegant designs make me sigh contentedly. Tworkowski's design philosophy appears to be a mixture of old-fashioned New England gardenphilia (don't you just love making up words?), 21st century cultural curiosity, and technological innovation. He's one of my design heroes. When I discovered Mish, I thought, five years from now, I want to be like him. As I stood in my doorway of my nearly bare art studio, I thought, if I work hard and am blessed with a career like Mish's, maybe in a few years some kid will think, five years from now, I want to be like Alexis Pierre-Louis.