Last week saw me making more prototypes for my buddha bowls, a few teapots and a flower bucket (as I call them). The humidity has been high enough that pots don’t want to dry. That delayed trimming by several days.
Since I trim my pots pretty wet, I didn’t let some dampness dissuade me too much. The bowls survived, but one of the 3 teapots did not. Ah, when will I learn?
It took me until this last Sunday to finish assembling and slipping the pots. That left me with a couple of hours of wheel time just before my afternoon class. But I couldn’t do it. All I wanted to do was sleep. And that’s when I wondered, why isn’t there a couch in the studio? How delicious would that be? Of course, how inviting it would be covered in dust is another thing.
With no couch available, I found a comfortable chair and caught a few zzz’s, and then went outside to catch some rays. Not exactly the most productive pottery making time, but I am happy to report that I am dreaming of pots again. Yes, literally. It has been at least 6 months since I have had a dream of pots or a studio. They have returned, and for that I am grateful.