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May. 6th, 2011 09:50 amWeird things are happening to my body as I age. I mean there are the normal things, the little wrinkles starting to show up and more grey in my hair but then there are the things that were totally unexpected... I've all but lost the "beauty mark" that lived to the right of my mouth all my life, I've gained two symmetrical spots, one on each eyelid and my pronounced widow's peak has disappeared. Maybe the strangest thing is that my hair has gone curly. It seemed wavier lately but I noticed last night after I washed it and it dried (with no product at all in it) that it was actually well and truly curly. Growing up my dad seemed determined to make my hair curl despite the fact that it was board straight and I went through numerous perms, painful curlers and sessions with a curling iron, so having it suddenly want to be anything but straight is just damn odd. Who knows.
I'm enjoying my time at the pottery studio. Generally I go on Saturdays and once during the week my mom comes up to watch the kids so I can go again. I nearly finished one bag of clay that was a porcelain stoneware mix and got another bag that is just stoneware. It was supposed to throw easier but honestly I think I like the first stuff better. I'm mostly only making mugs and a few bowls right now, I want to get consistent with them. My handles look like crap. Pulling handles feels slightly obscene and I probably rush it leading to uneven lumpy messes. Maybe I should just learn to cut them.
Getting out on my own is good for me. It's falling into a comfortable routine with just enough difference from day to day to challenge me a little. I guess I'm rewiring my brain. I am quite sure I come across as a terrified mouse while I'm there but I can only do so much. There are a gadzillion rules related to cleanliness there and I'm always worried I'll violate one of them. It's such an enormous place with so many options and tools that I feel a little lost when I venture into a new area (like glazing). It'll get easier, my pieces will get better and I'll grow more confident with people, pottery and new places. It's a good thing. The studio close to me is doing an intermediate class in June that I will be signing up for. I think we're going to make a tea pot.
I'm enjoying my time at the pottery studio. Generally I go on Saturdays and once during the week my mom comes up to watch the kids so I can go again. I nearly finished one bag of clay that was a porcelain stoneware mix and got another bag that is just stoneware. It was supposed to throw easier but honestly I think I like the first stuff better. I'm mostly only making mugs and a few bowls right now, I want to get consistent with them. My handles look like crap. Pulling handles feels slightly obscene and I probably rush it leading to uneven lumpy messes. Maybe I should just learn to cut them.
Getting out on my own is good for me. It's falling into a comfortable routine with just enough difference from day to day to challenge me a little. I guess I'm rewiring my brain. I am quite sure I come across as a terrified mouse while I'm there but I can only do so much. There are a gadzillion rules related to cleanliness there and I'm always worried I'll violate one of them. It's such an enormous place with so many options and tools that I feel a little lost when I venture into a new area (like glazing). It'll get easier, my pieces will get better and I'll grow more confident with people, pottery and new places. It's a good thing. The studio close to me is doing an intermediate class in June that I will be signing up for. I think we're going to make a tea pot.
