.....not at the children for a wet-towel-on-bed-for-3-days misdemeanor
.....not at the cat for a litter tray miss-demeanor
.....but rather on a potter's wheel, with the intention of creating something useful and artistic out of a dollop of grey clay. And I did! 13 times! I now have 13 bowls/vases/plates/ dishes/receptacles waiting to be fired and glazed, and possibly to be wrapped up and offered to friends and family for Christmas. You have been warned - make room on the shelf!
The experience was wonderfully creative, strangely meditative, physically demanding, childishly messy and at times highly entertaining - despite our best efforts, we could not stifle our school-girl titters when learning how to mould the clay into phallic-shaped cones. I blame Rose - she took on this task with particular relish and an alarming degree of aplomb!
A huge thank you to David for his wonderful skill and patience, and to his wife Lucy for a lovely lunch. Highly recommended.
Photos of glazed pots will follow in a post entitled 'blowing my own trumpet!'.
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