Dear Mark

Dear Mark

You are the blog's number one fan and you check all the time to see if I have added anything new.

You know that for quite a while now I haven't added a thing and you know why - don't you?

Because for Christmas, you bought me pottery lessons - didn't you?

My first lesson - white raku clay, pinch pots

And I love my Christmas present. You have bought me all the best presents I have ever had, but this is the best of the best.

Lesson 2: coil pots aka mad-eyed cat
The idea in pottery may be to make pots but I don''t actually want pots. I want creatures!

I have just finished lesson number six and I only have one to go and I don't want the lessons to end!

The stress of making a whole thing in class was leaving me with heart palpitations - I wanted time to work on something without pressure. So I bought clay and started playing at home

There is so much to learn.
There are different clays and different construction techniques. There are thousands of ways to embellish the surface and lots to learn about temperature and kilns and so much to absorb.

From one home-made cat to another

I know my obsessive feeling. The one where suddenly my head is full of creations and I am prolific and I can't read, think, talk, do or show enough to get it out of my system. And don't want to either!

Cats to pigs

Pigs to dragons

I had thought to sprinkle pictures through the story but the number of creatures and doings are outstripping my dedication to typing!

Working on this little creature made me smile

Adding his woolly coat made my smile look awfully like an enormous case of self-satisfaction!

Feeling as happy as I look!

My turning efforts are not meeting my standards yet 

 I spoke with the chap at Fyshwick about my lack of prowess when it comes to throwing. He told me I would never get good at it until I owned a wheel. I had thought I would drop in at Watson and learn there but he assured me that it wouldn't be enough - I must own a wheel.

My lesson at the wheel with the Saturday afternoon class

 So while obsessing with the building, I also obsessed with online sites looking for a second hand wheel. I found one in Wollongong and after speaking with the chap about getting it picked up - he sold it to someone else while I was making the arrangements. How rude!
Anyway, good things come to those who obsess and I found an advertisement for a wheel in Braidwood. Much more convenient! Today John and I drove out and picked up my new wheel.

 Darling, all this is because of you. And I have to give you a big hug in 4 weeks and 4 days time to thank you!
Love Cathy