Crazy as it may sound, I wanted to do something I haven’t done in my life and I figured I have never learned to make Pottery. There was one spot left for the pottery lesson this morning at the art gallery and I am going to learn to make pottery. The fear of making a fool of myself is still there, since this was a spontaneous decision, I haven’t had the time to ruminate and get all worked up.
Update: The story of the flying lump of clay!
I pressed whatchamacallit too hard and my clay spun and flew off the wheel.
It was a sight worth seeing.
My instructor is convinced that I work at NASCAR.
At the end of two hours, I was left with a pudding like mixture that at one time was a lump of clay.. My arms were covered with clay, But still it was fun. I had such a good time.