Potting

I've always loved clay, and find absolute beauty in hand thrown pots. Far more than any made pot.

After our first was born I started an evening class learning all the basics, and I really enjoyed it.
When we moved here we saw an old kick wheel for sale, so we bought it and I had some happy hours creating various utensils on it. When I was pregnant with our second I found I couldn't kick the wheel anymore without my leg cramping up, and then after that my life has been rather busy, and even if I had the time, I would just want to sleep.
But over the last few years I have been able to dabble once again on the wheel. However, whenever the children see me on the wheel, they too want a go, and usually it has just been a fun session together.

We have even fired their little pots in the bottom of the bonfire....

Blackened, but waterproof. A pinch pot.

But now we have the two in school, and our youngest in preschool for a couple of mornings I have decided to join a class once again. I went this morning, and so much came back to me!
I made lots of wildly different (hopefully) mugs, and am able to try all sorts of glazes and slip techniques.

It was a wonderful morning!

I hope to either take my camera, or even bring some pieces home soon. The next month of Tuesdays is going to be fairly hectic though... I don't want to commit to too much, as I have over stretched myself before, and thats no fun.

But for now I hope to enjoy more classes, and make some mugs and cups and beakers, and bowls for our family to use.

In the future I can make things at home and they will fire and glaze them there too. Very exciting.