Pots

"How's pottery class going, Brooke?"

Oh, thank you for asking. It's awesome. Lil Street is the coolest place and I recommend you all go take a class there at some point.

Here is the main thing I have learned about making pots so far: Making pots is really hard.

First of all, you can't have any fingernails, they will ruin your pots.

Also, you have to get some good calluses (sp?) going. Some good pottery war wounds on your hands. You have to be tough because that wheel, like the rhythm, is gonna get you.

Also, if you have the pedal backwards you will actually make the wheel go faster instead of slowing it down, your clay will fly off the wheel and hit someone. (Yes, it did.)

Also, you have to be willing to get dirty. Really dirty. Like, Trista Smith dirty.

Also, you have to be tough mentally. Cause when the pots fall it's really hard not to scream out a cry of anguish from the depths of your soul. Instead I just say "Oh no! Looks like I'll be starting this guy all over again from the beginning." And then I go in the corner and cry. Pots falling reminds me of when I was little and I would get to level 8-4 on Mario Brothers 1 and then all of a sudden I would get killed by that fireball dragon on the bridge and have no lives left and it was just...over. I really hate abrupt endings so this is a good learning experience.

Also, a piece of hair stuck in your clay will not only make you a Harry Potter, but will ruin your pot as well.

Also, getting a pot centered, then making the opening, then raising the pot, then beveling the pot off the wheel all without breaking the pot will be the proudest moment of your entire life.

Also, if the pot just falls a little but not completely, you've got yourself a bowl.

Please enjoy the photo of my beautiful little pots that I am more proud of than a southerner on the fourth of July.

Next week...glazing.