After work I went back to the pottery studio to find my pieces. I had a hard time finding them. It's a look and look kind of game. Find something vaguely familiar looking and turn it over to check for a name. I almost gave up before I hit gold. Seven smallish bowls of varying sizes and shades. (There are nine here because I found two on Monday.)
Throwing is a challenge and glazing is another. I did mostly okay. I am satisfied with the results.
They're signed and dated. (Next time I might give them numbers.)
I had a little trouble with two of them dripping. I find that a bit sad.
The next class is in January. Perhaps if I am a very good girl Santa will bless me with the funds for another go at it.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.