#clay utensils

[mudkart1]

Top Reasons to Use Clay Utensils in Cooking | Mudkart

When it comes to enhancing your culinary experience, choosing the right cookware is essential. One of the best options available today is clay utensils. These traditional kitchen tools are making a comeback due to their numerous benefits. Here are the top reasons to use clay utensils in your cooking routine.

1. Natural and Non-Toxic

Clay utensils are made from natural materials, ensuring that no harmful chemicals or toxins are released into your food. Unlike non-stick cookware, which can leach chemicals when heated, clay utensils offer a safe, chemical-free cooking experience.

2. Enhances Flavor

One of the standout benefits of using clay utensils is their ability to enhance the flavor of your dishes. The porous nature of clay allows it to absorb moisture and release it slowly, keeping your food tender and flavorful. This slow cooking process infuses your dishes with a rich, earthy taste that is hard to achieve with other cookware.

3. Retains Nutrients

Clay utensils are known for their ability to retain the natural nutrients of the ingredients. The slow and even cooking process ensures that vitamins and minerals are preserved, making your meals not only delicious but also nutritious.

4. Environmentally Friendly

Choosing clay utensils is an eco-friendly decision. These utensils are biodegradable and do not contribute to environmental pollution. By opting for clay over synthetic materials, you are supporting sustainable practices.

5. Versatile and Durable

Clay utensils are versatile and can be used for various cooking methods, including baking, roasting, and boiling. They are also durable and can last for years with proper care.

In conclusion, clay utensils are a wise choice for those who value health, flavor, and sustainability. Start incorporating clay utensils into your cooking to enjoy these benefits today!

[stimiche]

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[artisansdesigned]

Wood Cup and Saucer Set | Wood Cup With Handle | Wooden Cup | Coffee Milk Water Mug Drinkware Cup | Eco-friendly Sustainable Wooden Cup

Beautiful and unique cup saucer set is hand crafted and polished from natural shisham wood. Place it in the buffet hutch or in your dining table, it is surely going to grab serious attention of your guests.

wood cup

wooden cup

wood tea cup

tea cup

coffee cup

wood coffee cup

coffee tea cup

handmade wooden cup

eco friendly cups

kitchen decor

[dyingnights]

birthday idea for my friend. i will make her a harry potter wand

[vestaignis]

Мезенская роспись – тип росписи деревянных прялок и утвари (ковшей, коробов, братин и др.) сложившийся к началу 19 века в низовьях реки Мезень. Известность мезенской росписи дало село Палащелье Мезенскоого (Лешуконского) района Архангельской области, поэтому ее называют еще и палащельской. Самая древняя датированная прялка с мезенской росписью относится к 1815 году, хотя изобразительные мотивы подобной росписи встречаются в рукописных книгах 18 в., выполненных в мезенском регионе.

По стилю мезенскую роспись можно отнести к наиболее архаичным видам росписи, дожившим до нашего времени. Рисунки имеют глубокие корни. Найдены наскальные изображения на берегах Белого моря и Онежского озера, которые перекликаются с рисунками Мезенской росписи.

Готовое изделие расписывали по чистому негрунтованному дереву сначала охрой с помощью измочаленной на конце деревянной палочки, потом птичьим пером делали черную обводку и наносили узор. Расписанный предмет покрывали олифой, что предохраняло краску от стирания и придавало изделию золотистый цвет.

Наиболее яркие персонажи Мезенской росписи: – красные кони – условный знак Солнца, его движения по небосводу; – оленихи – небесные роженицы, они дарят жизнь всему живому на Земле; – уточки, гуси, лебеди – души далеких предков, которые вьются вокруг и помогают нам в трудную минуту; – елочки – олицетворение мужской силы; – мифологическое дерево жизни – состоит из ствола, заполненного ромбиками, бесчисленными родами. Корни дерева завиваются в спирали, олицетворяющие подземный мир. Верхушка увенчана солярным знаком – знаком небесного мира.

Роспись выполняется в два цвета: черный – сажа и красный – охра. Когда-то краски приготовляли из красно-коричневой береговой глины и сажи, растертой на смоле лиственницы – "таючей сере", а с конца 19 века вместо глины стали употреблять сурик. Все изображения очень статичны и лишь благодаря многократному повтору возникает ощущение динамики.

В Северодвинске, Архангельске и других местах сейчас широко развернуто производство сувениров в мезенском стиле – подносы, чаши, солонки, декоративные доски, шкатулки и др.

Mezen painting is a type of painting on wooden spinning wheels and utensils (ladles, boxes, bratinas, etc.) that developed by the beginning of the 19th century in the lower reaches of the Mezen River. The village of Palashchelye in the Mezen (Leshukonsky) district of the Arkhangelsk region gave Mezen painting fame, which is why it is also called Palashchel. The oldest dated spinning wheel with Mezen painting dates back to 1815, although pictorial motifs of similar painting are found in 18th century manuscripts made in the Mezen region.

In terms of style, Mezen painting can be attributed to the most archaic types of painting that have survived to this day. The drawings have deep roots. Rock paintings have been found on the shores of the White Sea and Lake Onega, which echo the drawings of Mezen painting.

The finished product was painted on clean, unprimed wood, first with ochre using a wooden stick soaked at the end, then a black outline was made with a bird feather and a pattern was applied. The painted object was covered with drying oil, which protected the paint from being erased and gave the product a golden color.

The most striking characters of Mezen painting:

red horses - a conventional sign of the Sun, its movement across the sky;

female deer - heavenly mothers, they give life to all living things on Earth;

ducks, geese, swans - the souls of distant ancestors, who hover around and help us in difficult times;

fir trees - the personification of male power;

the mythological tree of life - consists of a trunk filled with diamonds, countless genera. The roots of the tree curl into spirals, personifying the underworld. The top is crowned with a solar sign - a sign of the heavenly world.

The painting is done in two colors: black - soot and red - ochre. At one time, paints were made from red-brown coastal clay and soot ground on larch resin - "melting sulfur", and since the end of the 19th century, red lead began to be used instead of clay. All images are very static and only due to multiple repetitions does a sense of dynamics arise.

In Severodvinsk, Arkhangelsk and other places, the production of souvenirs in the Mezen style is now widespread - trays, bowls, salt shakers, decorative boards, boxes, etc.

Источник:/podelunchik.ru/mezenskaya-rospis,/stroyfora.ru/p/post-1727, //iamruss.ru/mezenskaya-painting-on-wood/,cozyhome.ucoz.ru /forum/6-80-1#2977,//patlah.ru/etm/etm-01/podelki/rospis/mezen/ mezen.htm,/www.culture.ru/materials/52919/mezenskaya-rosp.

[guppybibi]

Late WIP Wednesday ..

(aaa km not sure if i should finish this, it started off strong but just fell off and now my brain isnt working)

Simon’s home & marriage was his refuge, until it wasn't. He knew something wasn't right when you were coincidentally prepared for his return, all dolled up when you greeted him with an “I miss you” kiss. No, he was sure it wasn't you when he saw that the dinner table was prepared with a generous spread of food on it.

There was no reason for you to come this prepared, everytime he comes home from deployment is a surprise. So..how exactly are you this ready? It didn't sit right with him, the whole thing felt like it came out of a painfully obvious scripted reality TV show.

But food was food and after countless weeks spent eating barely edible MRE’s, a home cooked meal was all he needed. Sluggishly, he sat down at his unsaid designated spot at the dinner table. He closely watched if you would sit down at your designated spot, if you didn't; that’d explained a lot. You do end up sitting at your spot, it wasn't all that hard to do though. Dinner with you was unsettling to say the least, all of the small talk you were making felt forced, it’s barely been an hour and he already feels like he's going crazy.

He knows more than to question you upfront though, having gone through enough interrogations to know that he should take his time and that you could get hostile if things don't go your way. You could be a threat for all he knew, and it's better to be safe than sorry. Unsure if it was the right decision, he starts out some sort of small talk himself, asking you some seemingly innocent questions.

“What were yer up to while I was gone, luv?” He asks mid chew. “Oh not much, I just picked up a new hobby actually. Clay sculpting! I've been watching online tutorials, I could say I’ve been getting the hang of it if I do say so myself.” Liar, was all he could think while he subconsciously nodded to your words. You hated clay, not fond of the texture it had and the way it’d get stuck under your nails. Perhaps it was another one of your impulsive decisions, jumping into conclusions should be the last thing he should be doing. It could cost him more harm than good, so he lets it slide. For now at least.

“Sculpting eh? That's new, have ye finished any?” He pauses, swallowing his food. “I’d love to see them.” A spark lights up in your eyes, but it didn't look right. There's a lit candle in there but it's far, far away. The lack of life in your eyes makes his stomach spin like there's a guinea pig rolling around in their wheel in there, it made him want to puke. He wasn't the biggest fan of prolonged eye contact anyway, so he’ll just avoid looking you in the eye to prevent making a mess. “Oh yeah I actually do! They're already displayed on top of our shelves, I’ll show them to you after.” You exclaim, if that was you anyway, which it wasn't.

Dinner passed at an uncomfortably slow pace, Simon swore he could hear each individual tick and tock of the clock, the scraping of utensils against the porcelain plates and each chew you took. He’s gone through debatably louder things than this, the booms of the explosions were unforgettable after all but this somehow takes the cake. Wanting to distract himself further, he helps with washing the dishes which you normally did but you specifically chose today to help do the other minor chores. Water, that was your weak point. He noticed it, you didn't drink water after dinner either. What kind of monster doesn't drink water to hydrate after eating roasted pork?

To test out this thought of his, he decided to ask another question. “I'm heading to the shower, luv. Care to join me?” Meekly, he suggests to you, deep brown eyes staring intently as he awaited the already expected answer. “Oh I..actually already showered earlier dear. Maybe next time.” A dishearteningly dismissive reply, just like he expected. “Alright, suit yourself luv. I'll be back.”

He thought about it, almost forgetting about the bubbly soap running down his body from how deep in thought he was. There was no doubt about it anymore, everything about you being you, pointed away. At this point, he didn't care what the fake you was anymore, rather where you actually were. You could've been dead for all he knew, replaced by the soulless woman that now roams around his home.

This was beyond cruel, beyond the pain physical torture could've caused. It was like the universe was a cat and he was a yarn ball, being played by it meticulously. The whole thing was definitely planned out by a certain someone he knew, the both of you are fairly private so it couldn't have been a random person. He couldn't handle this alone, as much as he’d hate to admit, the situation was way bigger than him to do alone. So, he decides to call a trusted someone.

“You tellin’ me ye think your wife got abducted or something..and a doppelgänger replaced her?” A gruff voice questions, lightly tapping his cigar against the side of the ashtray. Price, him and Kate are the only members of the Task Force so far that Simon allowed you to meet. Well, it unfortunately looks like the sergeants won't get to meet you under these circumstances just yet. Strangely enough, the clocks inside the pub weren't working. Must be a malfunction. The masked man nodded, sighing through his nose when he got a whiff of the alcohol-filled air in the bar.

“I feel so.” He grumbled. “Couldn't she be just having an off day? We all have those, Simon.” John opposes it, it was an unquestionable possibility they couldn't simply ignore. “No, I know my wife. In my years of being with her, she's never acted this way.” Ghost hissed back, a hint of crystal clear impatience seeping out from his words. The lack of respect in his tone wasn't intended, but what could he do when his wife is apparently kidnapped and replaced so seamlessly? “I guess you have a point, but you need to confirm it Simon. You shouldn't make any decision on impulse, if the woman in your home really isn't your wife then this is a bigger issue.”

Then the plan was set, still a little all over the place but there really wasn't any time to lose. Simon would further observe the woman who's allegedly ‘you’ to make sure he isn't making things up, then if he was incredibly sure it wasn't you, he’ll head to the police and file a report for a missing person. In all honesty, it wasn't hard to do, having gone through missions more intense than this. Yet the fact that you were involved made the bugs inside of him crawl, this was totally his fault.

He didn't hide you away from the world enough, he should've just kept you locked inside a cage like the little birdie you were to avoid any danger coming your way. Simon wasn't stupid though, that was inhumane, you were one of the only few people who has managed to make Simon feel less of a ghost and more of a human. So doing such a thing to you was unethical and out of the books, but how could you blame him for subconsciously letting his possessiveness and worry take over when you're literally so far from his grasp? Being so near before that he could easily grip at the back of your top, now so far that the trace of your scent is long gone.

It makes Simon feel sick, his core being left to rot. He comes from the pub to what felt like an empty house, not home because nothing would feel like home without you there. He’d rather be living in a pile of rocks and plywood with you than in a giant mansion without you, that would be the real hell. “Bloody hell..where are you?” He murmurs under his breath, stressedly rubbing his creased forehead. If he could, he’d pry at every surface that comes up within his sight just to find you.

“I’m back.” He whispers, unsure if the fake you was asleep or not. Anyone, human or not wouldn't be happy being woken up from their slumber. “Welcome home, hun. You alright?” Looking up from your cup of tea, you ask. “Yeah, just spoke with the Captain. That's all, no alcohol.” Simon was so used to you being a worrywart about his alcohol intake, telling you that he didn't have any alcohol is practically ingrained into the wrinkles of his brain. But the woman in front of him didn't seem to care less about his health, let alone him in general. The lack of nagging that usually filled his ears to the brim didn't feel right, he would've much rather gone through another one of your yap sessions about how constant alcohol intake affects him in the long run than..just silence.

He feels the desperation inching up on him, eating him whole. At this point, he's willing to admit he doesn't want you. He needs you. He needs to hear your fretful complaints about him getting deployed, knowing you’d shut up because you were used to it by now. He needs you to tell him to include more vegetables in his diet because he's not some kind of carnivore to be eating that much meat. God, he just needs you with him. Whatever bloody thing came with you he’d take like it was on a stupid Black Friday sale.

“Not yet..” He’d think every single night, eyes wide open as he prevents himself from making a rash decision. The woman sleeping soundly right next to him, if that was you..But it wasn't, even if he stared at the unfamiliar woman for ten hours straight, she wouldn't just magically turn into you. Well sure, she was a carbon copy of you from head to toe but she simply just didn't scream ‘you’. Whatever and whoever you were anyway.

“When all is said and done, I think it'll end well Simon. My gut feeling tells me so, it's rarely ever wrong so I’m pretty sure we should trust it.” You ramble on and on, the little amount of alcohol taking over your lightweight self. Simon was still courting you here, yet he remembers it like it's been replayed in his mind like a broken record. He trusted your gut, and he could consider that as one of the best choices he's ever made in life.

But..trusting you now? While you're probably out, all shivering & teeth clattering from the immense cold night? Impossible, he’s fully aware that you're a capable strong woman however..how far can his trust go? How far do you have to venture into someone’s soul to gain their fragile trust, something that can be easily broken with your own bare hands? Ghost doesn't trust you, but Simon does.

“You're a strong gal, you can hold on for much longer.” He supposes, deep in thought while he flipped around in bed. The fake you hasn't set off any red flags yet, acting normal. Too normal. He knew ‘you’ had a purpose for being here, one with malicious intent, though what exactly? One wouldn't simply come in here and replace his wife with a fake one just out of spite, unless they were a little cuckoo. Tossing aside to check the time, he presses the ‘on’ button on his phone. Weird, the time didn't show up. Maybe it's just a glitch in the system.

“Simon, Hey? Simon, wake up. Hurry, you need to get up.” A voice shakes, lightly nudging him in order to awake him. It's your voice, he can instantly sense its meekness. With one eye and another, they flutter open, still full of sleep in them. “Oh thank goodness, you're awake! But you seriously need to wake up, like right now.” You crooned, hoping he’d fully wake up to the sound of your voice. Groaning, Simon sat up, a few joints popping in the process. “What..? Yeah, I’m awake luv. Whad’ya need me for?” He questions groggily, eyes opening further once he gets a closer look at you. It's actually you, he can tell! The way your eyes meet his, connecting like a bee landing on a precious flower. The way your voice lilted to him like a mother bird nursing her hatchlings, it really was you.

“Wait–luv? You're here? Bloody hell, you actually are–Did you see the other gal who looked just like you? Tell me I’m not losing my shit please.” Then you shushed him, convinced he’ll continuously go on and on if you didn't. “Please listen to me closely, Simon.” You pause, noticing how his eyes bask in yours like it was long overdue. “You need to wake up, hurry.”

[mybeingthere]

Paula Siebra is a Brazilian painter. She was born in Fortaleza, Ceará, in 1998. The artist focuses on images related to everyday life, working with still lifes, portraits and landscapes. Reminiscences of the tradition of oil painting are a fundamental aspect of her work, also permeated by local techniques from her birthplace, such as silicogravure – bottles of colored sand. Visually, Siebra's work dialogues with everyday and often artisanal objects, such as wooden jars, saints and votive offerings, clay utensils and lace, especially due to their synthetic and symbolic aspect.

In her work, the motifs are presented indirectly, although solemnly; the world seems to withdraw, presenting objects that appear to have been abandoned in the middle of an action. Dry brushstrokes leave a dusty appearance that muffles the image like a light mist of sand, distancing the event from the observer and leaving traces of a time or place lost in memory.

[iwanty0uu]

Just a morning thought, Katsuki Bakugo would turn into Nara Smith once he finds out that you’re pregnent, I mean i can see the vision right now, being afraid to make your stomach sick was his worst fear considering the fact that you were in your third trimester, and refused to go to the hospital, living off of your mommies remedies from back home, and nothing was better..but Kats was still paranoid, and wasn’t willing to risk you or your little one’s health. So one day, when he splurged and bought so many greens, antibiotics,wooden utensils, and even Aztec clay, you were confused but intrigued. You lived for baking and spent so much money on utensils that looked so cute, always expecting an earful of yapping when you came home from target, but seeing Katsuki doing the splurging this time made you wonder what he was up to..

“Kay I thought you said no more utensils..and why do you have like basically all of my medicines pre-made n bottled?…did my mommy-”

He cut you off.

“You want somethin to eat? we got everything right here.”

“But i wanted Chipotle..”

“WE GOT CHIPOTLE AT HOME ION GOT NO DAMN CHIPOTLE MONEY AFTER I BOUGHT ALL THESE GROCERIES”

“yes ma’am”

[we-rice-boi]

Mc with crow-like behaviors (WIP)

Ok, so I have a random thought that's been making waves through my subconscious for a while now. What if we/ MC were like a crow, collecting shiny objects or things that would remind us of the guys?

Like I'm purely self-projecting here because I like to scavenge for shiny things, hoard them, and give the best pieces to ppl I care about. It's like dragon/ crow behavior, where I collect, hoard, and only show my stuff to the most trusted ppl.

But frl though how do you guys think the LAD men would react and what do you think MC would give to them 🤔.

I can imagine for Sylus you'd collect random gun parts you'd see or random bolts/ metals that could be melted down and made into little accessories for weaponry. Or just straight-up broken guns that you see lying around the N109 zone that he can fix. Honestly, I doubt he'd use them though. Like he'd just display it in his room so it doesn't break, it's in one of those shiny air-locked cases or something 🤣.

As for how he'd react, I feel he'd be amused. Like I'm sure he's used to Maphiesto doing it but with you it's new. The first time he sees you actively collect shiny things is when you two are coming back from an auction or high society party and you just decided to have a walk through the streets in Linkon. Just suddenly you spot a shiny stray bolt on the floor and dash to do your scheduled inspection and collect. I can see him being so surprised at first but then he sees what you're collecting and is so tickled by the thought. He'd make a joke like "Maybe I should've nicknamed you my pretty bird/ crow instead of kitten. Not to mention the none stop teasing about you and Maphiesto being alike in more ways than one.

For Zayne I feel you'd collect pretty flyers that have a Cafe advertising cute pastries or pastry decorations. You'd also collect random materials that you could twist into cat figurines, like wires, cloth, and gems.

For Rafayel it'd be flower petals, berries, and clay. Ya know stuff that could be made into paint and since I'm an artist myself I'd like to think that MC knows how to make the paints to show off to him. Oh and make-up pallets!! Like I see a lot of random makeup pallets around when I'm walking that I just take up to make into paint. Another would be broken art utensils that you could make sculptures out of (kinda like Zayne's with the cat figurines). Like I could do different fish or fictional sea creatures (or his lumarian form ahem ahem).

For Xavier probably fabrics, like soft fabrics that you think he'd like the texture of along with soft yarn balls. Oh, that and pieces of different kinds of metals that you could melt to make little sword key chains!

Honestly, I wanna do this properly with all the guys so this is just a prompt for now and I only have a half-thought-out thing for Sylus cause he started this idea in my head but I'm for sure gonna expand on the others cause I have so many ideas. If you'd like to make suggestions on this that'd be awesome and I'd love to hear them. But frl though I need to get this idea out of my head.

Also p.s. Sorry for any typos, I'm dyslexic. So if anything looks weird lemme know.

[dwellordream]

A Guide to Writing Children and Young Teens

Most of this information is derived from the book Yardsticks by Chip Wood, an informational text aimed at educators and parents who are curious as to how children change developmentally from age to age. The book is not just based on the author's observations and experiences as a teacher but on the work of scholars such as Arnold Gesell, Dorothy H. Cohen, William Crain, Maria Montessori, Jean Piaget, Robert Pianta, Caroline Pratt, and many others. Writing Four-Year-Olds:

"Four-year olds are flexible, exciting, and creative creatures who love to exaggerate and engage in imaginative play. A four-year-old's tall tale about an adventure she had with an imaginary friend may puzzle a parent or teacher but delight the four-year-old. And this play is critical for the development of fours' understanding of right and wrong, early application of social rules, and manners. They sometimes can seem especially "bossy" (particularly with their real and imaginary friends), but this assertiveness is positive rehearsal for learning acceptable limits and how to be a real friend and helper." (Wood 2017)

Traits:

Have trouble with reading and writing, as well as most close-up visual activities

Awkward with writing utensils, handcrafts, and small movements

Clumsy; collisions and spills are common

Friendly and talkative; will work near but not with a buddy

Love dress-up games and acting out drama

Enjoy 'potty language' and repeating curse words

Love to be given 'jobs' such as setting the table or folding clothes

Are often fearful at night-time

Writing Five-Year-Olds:

"Five-year-olds take in the world through their senses. They see, smell, touch, hear, and taste just about everything--one thing after another, but only one thing at a time. Their intense focus on detail enables them to see not just the butterfly but the pattern on its wings, its proboscis uncurling into a flower, its antennae waving delicately. Fives can give sustained attention to anything that fascinates them." (Wood 2017)

Traits:

Find it hard to space letters and numbers while writing

Better control when running and jumping than 4 year olds

Often fall or slip out of chairs

Interpret words in the most literal/basic sense

Like to explain things to peers and adults in the most detail possible

Struggle to see accept there is more than one way to play a game or complete a task

May actually believe toys or other objects are alive

Can become stuck in repetitive behavior out of fear of trying new things and failing (such as drawing the same images again and again)

Seek adult approval more than 6 year olds

Writing Six-Year-Olds:

"At six, children's capacity for logical thought begins to blossom. As in Piaget's classic experiment, a six-year-old will tell you that two equal balls of clay remain equal in volume even when one is rolled out into a snake shape. Sixes also begin to grasp cause and effect in the natural world, understanding, for example, that it's the wind that makes the trees move, not vice versa." (Wood, 2017)

Traits:

May experience more frequent illness than earlier years

Are easily upset when criticized by adults or peers

Often in a hurry and sloppy because of it

Teething as they start to lose baby teeth; chew on fingernails, hair, pencils, etc

Start to value competition

Begin to experience anxiety to perform well

Often bossy and critical towards friends

Begin to care intensely about having a 'best' friend

Can understand past and present as a concept and identify historical markers such as year/date

Comfortable working/playing in noisy, busy environments

Writing Seven-Year-Olds:

"Seven-year-olds are serious children who see and feel with a thoughtful intensity. After the outwardly expressive exuberance of six, sevens turn inward to consolidate the enormous cognitive and emotional growth they've just experienced. They become quieter and more sensitive, self-conscious, and self-absorbed as they figure out how to manage new feelings and cognitive structures. Seven is a year of moving forward cautiously, of craving security and structure while avoiding risk and uncertainty." (Wood, 2017)

Traits:

Crave stability and predictability; like knowing their schedule

Become more perfectionist than earlier years and begin to worry about schoolwork for the first time

Usually have a 'best' friend but who that is varies wildly day by day

Love being read aloud to, especially longer books with chapters

Moodier than 6 and 5 year olds

Enjoy being in confined spaces/hiding during games

Start to develop more coordination in sports

Often begin to write far smaller/neater than in prior years

Typically want to keep their personal items neat and tidy

Love secret codes such as Morse code and Pig Latin

Mistakes in schoolwork seriously disturb them

Love to classify and sort things

Begin to enjoy board games and online games

Can memorize poems, songs, and chants easily

Writing Eight-Year-Olds:

"Eight-year-olds wake up in the morning with plans for adventure percolating before their feet hit the floor. To be eight is to be inventive and creative, full of energy, curiosity, and imagination, always in a hurry to try the next new thing--or to create the next new thing themselves. With a friend, or better yet, a group of friends, eights roll along with plans for a parade or a play, thrilled with their truly wonderful ideas for the "what" and blithely unconcerned with the "how"." (Wood, 2017)

Traits:

Develop a love for jokes and sense of humor becomes more refined

Start to care deeply about morality and fairness

Growth spurts can lead to physical clumsiness

Adjust well to change and bounce back faster than 7 year olds

Start to desire the approval of their peers as much as the approval of adults

Begin to form larger friendship groups or cliques

Very talkative and tend to exaggerate about their experiences

Become more ambitious in terms of schoolwork or personal creative projects

Writing Nine-Year-Olds:

"Fairness begins to matter a great deal as nines take on the cognitive task of understanding ethical behavior at a new level. They're concerned about global justice: Why are some people poor? Why are we allowing climate change to happen? Why are some people cruel to animals? Nines show concern about fairness on the local level, too, and often feel singled out for unfair treatment by a teacher, parent, or coach. Their complaints--signs of their increasing understanding of and sensitivity to how the world works--can also be a way for nines to express their growing sense of peer importance and group solidarity." (Wood, 2017)

Traits:

Often eager to try new styles of dress or appearance, such as haircuts or different clothes

May begin to bite nails, twist at hair, make odd expressions to deal with tension or discomfort

Have a general sense of popularity and want to avoid associating with 'unpopular' children

Enjoy negotiating and arguing with adults

Can revert to 'baby talk' when they feel nervous or silly

Begin to appreciate inappropriate/'edgy' jokes, will mimic online trends/memes, especially sexual/racial/body humor

Desire to use social media to express themselves

Start to lose interest in imaginative play; more focused on facts/how things work

Want explanations as to why they have to do homework or chores from adults

Writing Ten-Year-Olds:

"Happy and easygoing tens generally look up to and admire their teachers and parents and take real pleasure in both family outings and teacher-led activities. They enjoy their classmates, too, and can engage productively in collaborative, project-based learning. Because of their relative calmness and instinct for getting along with others, ten-year-olds do well in a variety of group configurations, including mixed-age groups: They can often help elevens and even twelves in cooperative pursuits." (Wood, 2017)

Traits:

Often enjoy reading more than younger years

Ready to start using tools such as compasses, protractors, rulers, and templates

May be hotheaded, but are also quicker to forgive than older children

Are more sensitive and empathetic towards friends than 8 or 9 year olds

Generally like being able to lead/guide younger children

Can concentrate for longer periods of time than younger years

Usually eager to learn new things

Start to enjoy word problems and riddles

Writing Eleven-Year-Olds:

"Elevens are, in a sense, electrified. As adolescence begins, cognitive structures in the brain are rewiring themselves at the same amazing speed at which the body is beginning to transform. Relationships with peers and adults are turning topsy-turvy. At home and in school, academically and socially, eleven-year-olds are busy engaging whole new worlds with a sense of outward boldness, yet inward tentativeness. Their lives crackle with the energy of change as they begin to establish a sense of physical and emotional identity." (Wood, 2017)

Traits:

Stay up late compared to younger children and have more trouble rousing in the morning

Often act out more at home compared to in school

Huge appetites and sleep for longer when given the chance

Often blurt out rude comments without thinking

Cis girls typically have an earlier growth spurt than cis boys

Can become very indecisive and fearful of making mistakes

Like to challenge teachers and parents over rules

Can debate without it becoming personal

Imitate more sophisticated adult language

Begin to focus on what they want to do as adults

Writing Twelve-Year-Olds:

"Along with intense enjoyment of their peers, twelve generally enjoy talking with adults outside the home and can do so with friendliness and a sense of confidence. Yet, twelves can also be unpredictable and hard to read. One day, they fervently want to do schoolwork as part of a group; the next day, they just as fervently want to work alone. They often say "That's not what I meant!" when a teacher misreads their seemingly rude tone or comment. At home, moody, introverted, childish behavior or one-word responses reflect their need to rest and regroup in a safe environment." (Wood, 2017)

Traits:

Want parents and teachers to take them and their ideas seriously

More open to making new friendships than 11 year olds

Often struggle to follow through with practicing a sport or instrument in their free time

Want to help peers with schoolwork

Can appreciate complex moral issues

May begin to discover a subject or talent they excel at

Better able to switch between playful and serious than younger children

Love testing out new slang and pop culture references

Want to make their own money

Writing Thirteen Year-Olds:

"Thirteen is an age of dramatic contrasts. Because thirteen-year-olds commonly slip backward developmentally as well as move forward, they may seem like younger twelve-year-olds one day and more mature than they really are the next. They want adults to notice, listen, and talk to them but also to leave them alone. They're engaged one minute and bored the next, suddenly confident and just as suddenly unsure, alternately outgoing and withdrawn, brooding alone and then shrieking and shouting with friends." (Wood, 2017)

Traits:

May struggle with hygiene and/or acne

Most cis girls have begun menstruating by now

Extremely skilled at mimicking peer behavior

Often mean as a defensive strategy when worried about being ignored or left out

Far more adept at sarcasm than younger children

Can become very quiet and secretive compared to their younger selves

More judgmental of teachers than younger students, will gossip about adults

Interested in global justice issues but struggle with empathy in daily life

Can vary between reserved, stoic behavior and unusual aggression when asked questions by adults

Become messier with their personal belongings

Writing Fourteen-Year-Olds:

"To fourteen-year-olds, the question "Who am I?" seems best answered in terms of "Who are we?" The way that others see these students seems to matter more to them than how they see themselves. Fourteens are moving steadily toward peers and away from parents and teachers as the central figures in their lives. They bond in small social groups, travel street and school together, and pour enormous physical, emotional, and cognitive energy into developing an adolescent subculture." (Wood, 2017)

Traits:

Often embarrassed by the adults in their lives and become very critical of parents

View school as primarily a social experience, don't want to miss out on seeing friends everyday

A small minority will become sexually active

Typically very interested in current events and politics

Will say "I'm bored" when confused, or pretend challenging schoolwork is easy to save face

Love to correct adults and peers on information; hate being lectured

Very expressive faces and body language, can seem contemptuous for no reason

Often become interested in researching various subjects

More willing to admit an error than 12 or 11 year olds; redoing work is not as daunting

Able to joke around with adults

Enjoy mysteries and 'unknown' areas of science/math/history

[afyrian]

ch. 5 - yearning for prosperity or love m.list

    the previous night's events replay through your mind like a historical timeline. each part laid out on a line, little times written beside it. events like him inviting you in from the rain, the lights resting behind him like an angelic glow. to him handing off his apron to you, the little consideration boggling your mind.

  things slowly started happening in quicker succession until you find yourself staring him down. it hits you like a truck the moment you see his eyes land on you. the way you would've loved to have tasted the food on his lips, to have felt his hand resting on your cheek. 

  you close your eyes for a moment, wondering how you're getting so caught up on it all. how he can look at you with such a smile that can make you melt. that you can forgo any thought of your customer base dwindling, his restaurant's flair only growing. even now, a few of your students don't want to come due to the parking during rush hours. and it crushes you.

  but he somehow makes you forget it. like some sort of sorcery, you just find yourself biting your lip, pondering what life could look like with him. even now, it's invaded your thoughts so much so that your thumb runs through the mug on your wheel. the shape that you were starting to perfect for the raven's eye diner (in exchange for a few free breakfasts) quickly crumbles under your touch. but you can't help but feel it's his touch.

  you want to blame him for the failed mug, the swirling design now destroyed. the way it lies on the wheel like an amalgamation of your descent into affection and his affect on you. however, your mind can't conjure up ill will for the man. especially as you remember him tying the apron around your waist, his fingers just barely touching your back. his touch sends a shock through you akin to a kiss of death, the death of all things rational.

  however, his touch isn't the only thing that has been sending you into orbit. everything he does has started to worm its way into your life. you've felt like your entire worldview has been flipped on its head, that this one particular man has changed everything for you. something about osamu in particular makes you queasy.

  he could do anything and it could cement itself in your core memories. like when he wiped clay off your face, or sometimes he could just be walking into your shop...

  "i'd love to buy one of your pieces, they're all so beautiful, they really exude you," he mentioned a few days ago, having entered your shop to give you an incorrectly shipped package. 

  there was something about seeing him in casual attire, the way his shirt rests comfortably on him. him holding the package like your packages are so natural in his hands, an edge of domesticity plaguing your mind like a drug. the thought of him bringing in some random thing you ordered online, breaking the seal for you, it’s all to much. 

  imagining it all made it so you couldn't help but offer your services to make him a few specialty pieces. a plate or bowl here, a utensil holder there. however, the thought of making them any less than perfect leaves you procrastinating. 

  ever since you met him, you never would’ve thought of making him pottery. taking the time to create something with your bare hands and hand it to him as a peace offering. especially when you can see how his restaurant is affecting the town. but now? all you want to do is create his own special blend of natural clays to make him a line of plates and bowls. 

  you even wonder if a trinket tray for his personal use would be a divine gift. a way to represent your feelings in a way that doesn’t come outright. but rather, it’s slow and steady, easing your way into it. giving you plenty of time to back out and reconsider everything the second you start to feel uneasy.

  it’s selfish, to yourself and him, but you know you can’t give up either one. not logistically, not when you’re yearning for love instead of prosperity. and not when you’re just now realizing just how sickeningly wonderful loving him feels. 

a/n: i do not want to finish this fic ever 😭 but we still have a few more and an epilogue <33 FORGOT TO ADD: please read raven’s eye diner from mo (guitarstringed-scars), legit so good so far taglist: @causenessus @osakis-gf @eggyrocks @brkfclub @marisabel14

@bbybibi @etoiile @miyamoratsumuu @girlokarina @gsyche

@cherrypieyourface @zephestia @acowboykisser @whosmarjj @gumiiiiezzzz

@guitarstringed-scars @19calicos

[travelingthief]

Clio Offerings and Devotional Acts

Offerings

History books

Journals (personal or of others)

Scrolls

Depictions of your favorite historical period (art, clothes, poems, etc.)

Family heirlooms

Vintage clothing

Vintage/antique toys

Antique items

Fossils

Bone/skull depictions

Lyres

Trumpets

Hyacinths

Hourglasses

Clocks/Watches

Historic poems

Academic awards

Historical family records (birth records, death records, immigration records, etc.)

Writing utensils

Quills

Ink

Clay tablets

Newspapers/articles

Political memorabilia 

Library cards

School IDs

Artifacts from your culture

Laurels

Globes

Maps

Life mementos

Old coins/bills

Old stamps

Devotional Acts

Visit/volunteer at a historical society

Go to the library

Learn local history

Learn world history

Teach history

Keep a  personal journal

Keep a journal of current events and your reflections on them

Write poetry about history or current events

Write your life story

Take a history class

Read

Write

Write the story of your family

Learn about different creation myths

Learn how myths developed in history

Study archeology

Study anthropology

Keep up with current events

Study politics

Preserve items that could be historical

Cook popular meals from history

Go to a museum

Go to historical reenactments

Make clay tablets

Learn about historical technology

Learn about historical medicine

Study geography and how territories have changed over time

[hollow-head]

What material do you use to sculpt?

Lots.

My favorite material is digital, but I sold my 3d printer when I moved cross country a couple years ago and haven't got a new one yet.

Earlier this year I was going to the little local art center really close to my place that does pottery, but their kiln's been broken for like 2 months and they need to replace it. I made a leaf-shaped spoon rest and a leaf-shaped utensil cylinder with a lizard on it.

I used to do a lot of "soft sculpture" ie dollmaking but am too lazy these days. to really get back into it. I also made weird gothic marionettes in high school, like this little pumpkin guy

Right now I'm using Sculpey oven bake clay, which is the acrylic paint of sculpture in that it is quick and cheap, but I'm having trouble with how squishy it is.

What I REALLY need to learn is how to cast molds. Then I can make toys that are more durable than 3D printed stuff. Soon as I can make small batch artisanal action figures I'll be unstoppable.

[friendswithclay]

“OCONALUFTEE INDIAN VILLAGE CHEROKEE, NORTH CAROLINA

Without use of wheel, Cherokee Indian artisans keep alive ancient pottery technique of spinning coils of clay into household utensils in 200-year-old recreated community. This technique has been handed down through 5,000 years of tribal culture. Oconaluftee Indian Village is a full size replica of an 18th century Cherokee community. Open each summer Mid-May thru Labor Day.”

[omegaphilosophia]

The Philosophy of Wabi-Sabi

Wabi-sabi is a traditional Japanese aesthetic and worldview centered on the acceptance and appreciation of imperfection, impermanence, and the incomplete. It is deeply rooted in Buddhist teachings, particularly those relating to the transience of life. The philosophy of wabi-sabi celebrates the beauty found in simplicity, humility, and natural processes. Here’s an exploration of its core principles and concepts:

1. Impermanence (Mujō)

Transience of Life: Central to wabi-sabi is the Buddhist concept of impermanence (mujō), which acknowledges that all things are in a constant state of flux and decay. This perspective encourages an appreciation for the present moment and the beauty of fleeting experiences.

Natural Aging: Wabi-sabi finds beauty in the natural aging process. The patina of wear and the signs of use on objects are celebrated as they reveal the passage of time and the story of their existence.

2. Imperfection (Wabi)

Beauty in Flaws: Wabi-sabi embraces the idea that nothing is perfect, and it is in the imperfections that true beauty resides. This could be seen in asymmetry, roughness, and the uniqueness of handmade objects.

Simplicity and Humility: The wabi aspect emphasizes simplicity and humility. It values modest, rustic beauty over ostentatious or overly elaborate designs. This often translates to an aesthetic of minimalism and restraint.

3. Incompleteness (Sabi)

Unfinished and Evolving: The sabi aspect of wabi-sabi appreciates the incomplete and the evolving nature of things. It suggests that beauty is a process, not a fixed state, and that objects and experiences are always in a state of becoming.

Quietness and Serenity: Sabi also conveys a sense of quietness and serenity. It reflects a meditative quality, an appreciation for solitude and the tranquility found in understated beauty.

4. Connection to Nature

Natural Materials: Wabi-sabi often involves the use of natural materials that age gracefully over time, such as wood, stone, and clay. These materials reflect the organic processes of growth and decay inherent in nature.

Organic Forms: The aesthetic favors organic, irregular forms that mimic the irregularities found in nature, as opposed to geometric perfection.

5. Mindfulness and Presence

Living Mindfully: Embracing wabi-sabi encourages living mindfully and being present in the moment. It’s about appreciating the here and now, and finding contentment in the current state of things, despite (or because of) their imperfections.

Acceptance: Wabi-sabi involves accepting the natural cycle of growth and decay, and finding peace and contentment in this acceptance. It’s about letting go of the pursuit of perfection and embracing the reality of impermanence.

Examples in Practice

Tea Ceremony: The Japanese tea ceremony is a quintessential example of wabi-sabi in practice. The ceremony emphasizes simplicity, natural materials, and the appreciation of imperfections in the tea utensils, such as a crack in a teacup that adds character and history.

Kintsugi: The art of kintsugi, where broken pottery is repaired with gold or silver lacquer, highlights the philosophy of wabi-sabi. It transforms damage into beauty, celebrating the history and imperfection of the object.

Gardens: Traditional Japanese gardens often embody wabi-sabi principles with their asymmetrical layouts, natural elements, and deliberate incorporation of aged or weathered features.

The philosophy of wabi-sabi offers a profound shift in how we perceive beauty and value in the world. By embracing imperfection, impermanence, and incompleteness, wabi-sabi encourages us to find beauty in the everyday, to appreciate the simple and humble aspects of life, and to cultivate a deep connection with the natural world. It is a reminder to live mindfully, to cherish the present moment, and to find peace in the ebb and flow of life’s inevitable changes.