Tomorrow I begin a pottery class. I'm so excited and a little bit nervous. I have thrown a pot only once before, but I loved it - the feel of the clay, soothing movements, beautiful glazes. I am hoping for great things, but steeling myself to start small and simple.
My teacher says I will have to learn hand-building techniques and 'get to know the clay' before she will let me on the wheel. It'll be good discipline for me - I have a terrible tendency to run before I can walk. It's something that frustrates me with trying to teach Mark, but the blame for his impatience can be laid firmly at my genetic door.
I've been having exploring sources of ceramic inspiration - my favourite so far: One Black Bird. My apron and old clothes are ready and I have cut off all my fingernails - yup, taking this very seriously!
D'you think I'll be coming home with one of these?
And in lieu of a pot picture to show you, here's a little glimpse of Johnny doing the baby equivalent of running before you can walk.