So, Labor Day

As a self-employed artist, I'm never sure whether I'm the oppressive manager or the beleaguered employee.
 
So I spent the morning and early afternoon throwing mugs, tumblers, and French butter dishes. Spent the afternoon repairing Denise's pulp blender, which involved trips to BiMart, Jerry's,  and a couple of hours dismantling an electric motor to figure out what was wrong with it. (Actually, the second hour was figuring out how to get it back together.)

Wonder of wonders, it works again. Tomorrow morning she blends yucca-leaf pulp.