This is a vase that my father made in the 70’s, and this week, the CC and I start a pottery class. I’m so excited, as this is something I’ve been wanting to do since I was about TEN. I need some new teacups anyway. We’ll see what we create as the weeks unfold…but if someone dares hum even a single note of Unchained Melody, I’ll hurt them…seriously…don’t ruin my dream with that cheez.
UPDATE: First class was…sucky. My teacher is a COMPLETE tool. When my bowl became off center on the wheel, I intentionally collapsed it so I could start over and he lost his s**t on me. He yelled at me to the horror of my classmates..then stomped off to the other side of the class room and continued to rant to his assistant about how “FRUSTRATING” it is. He attempted to smooth things over with me at the end of class by explaining how much he “wanted to strangle me” when he saw me destroy my piece…I think I GOT that already, you prick….nice apology. More than half the class left early. Gonna be an interesting 8 weeks….