Funny story

So I was sitting at my wheel trimming some bowls with the garage door wide open and a little girl that lives down the street walked up to me. I had seen her before and she had told me how much she liked art in school and that she wants to be an artist when she grows up. I would have to say she is eight, maybe nine years old and sweet as can be. Well, today she walked up and said how much she liked my pots, and asked if she could have one. I said sure and gave her a little juice cup I had sitting on a shelf above my head. She was so excited and told me how beautiful it was and that she loved it. She then ran home as fast as she could, holding the little cup with both hands. Her younger sister (about five or six) was standing in the street a ways away, and after she saw that her sister got a new goody, she made her way over to me. I asked her if she would like a cup as well, and she quickly nodded her head. I gave her a cup just like her sister's, only a little smaller. She then said thank you and took off after her big sister.

For some reason the opinion of an eight year old really meant a lot to me, and the fact that she called my humble little cup beautiful with such enthusiasm really made my day.

I'm still waiting to hear back on the burner for the kiln--he assured me that he could give me some more info on Monday. I really can't wait to get started, and I am now thinking that I'm going to try doing my first firing to cone six and do some testing on the glazes I already have. I'm not really expecting it to work, but I've got a ton of stuff made in my cone six clay. If it doesn't turn out, I'll try to use up as much glaze as I can and get all of my cone six stuff out of the way. I'm working on my last fifty pounds of cone six clay, although I have a couple hundred pounds of dry reclaim, but I am a lazy potter and don't feel like using it unless I have to. Have I ever mentioned that wedging is my nemesis? With glazing a close second?

Anyway, have a great weekend!