Hate to post and dash, but I’ve got to turn in before midnight – not because I’ll turn into a pumpkin but because my brain will be like mushy pumpkin tomorrow if I don’t get some sleep.
I managed to throw a couple of pots yesterday morning. I let them set up for a few hours, exposed to the cool temperature. By the time the dinner dishes were washed, they were leather hard and ready for me to trim.
My favorite is the short one that’s tapered at the bottom and flared at the top. Which of the two do you like most?
“Nothing is unreal as long as you can imagine like a crow.” – Munia Khan