teapots revealed

Thank you, everyone who did my teapot exercise a few days ago. I thought you'd be interested in knowing the 'right' answer and finding out when these pots were designed and by whom, and why I chose them. This was really helpful as a dry run for this seminar. It's the first time I'm teaching design, and I'm really a bit at sea. At least, having cut, pasted and img-src'ed these teapots so often, I now know them off by heart!!

Your own answers were even more interesting than the 'correct' sequence, as I discuss below the cut, *g*.

( the right chronological order of those teapots, with pics, info and reasons )

depression kept at bay

Thank you, also, everyone who commented so kindly on my post about the procrastination disease. You will be happy to know that today I finished something! I finished the stupid revisions for the stupid catalogue text and emailed them off!! Almost five months late, but I did it! I feel so much better.

I think my procrastination angst was a symptom for a bout of depression. Other symptoms include hanging round LJ but not reading or writing fic, not listening to my music, not talking to t'h, not wanting sex, getting obsessed about FlyLady routines, going in a tunnel-vision way through my days and not noticing that everything is not fine. It's in retrospect that I can identify these things as symptoms. At the time, I don't notice anything. In a way, it's good to get to the nadir and feel superbad, because then I at least have identified the real problem. Last night, I felt so horribly bad that I felt like one of those frayed tulips, as if my finger tips had been dipped in hot wax, I felt all frail at the edges. This is the very bad Depressed Black Dog feeling.

I then took the procrastination as a sign of failure and hopelessness. 'I have a horrible job because that's all I deserve. I can't even get simple things finished; I am a total failure.' My self-esteem was minus fifteen.

Today I had lunch with a friend who has also been feeling very bad, and finished the thing (encouraged by t'h). I also had sex last night. I also went into town on the bike, not with the car, to get endorphin-producing exercise, and listened to the Dandy Warhols (or the Dandy Lions, as I call them) on t'h's pilfered ipod. All of these things helped, as did your kind comments. Now I feel much better!

:-)