Thanks for popping in. Took a day off work today. Felt a bit under par and also needed to regroup. You and I know that running round like a blue-arsed fly is no solution; yet I’m getting caught up in a constant stream of work, tv shows, work. I know, I know. Choices, choices, choices.
Since I’m are trundling off back up to Hochanda for the 3rd time in a week this evening with Paul, in readiness for the first Pergamano Shows tomorrow (12 and 3), I decided to take a step back and go to pottery for the whole day. Wonderful. Just what the doctor ordered.
First thing was turn all the pots I threw last Saturday. For the not-yet-potters, this is when you shape the pots, like so:
I was alone at the wheel, head in a bit of a muddle, trying to snap out of my gloom. A little old lady joined me on the wheel opposite. She was very frail. Beautiful smile. What fantastic little pots she was able to throw! Crazy good. The teacher quietly told me that the lady was in the grips of advanced alzheimers, and that pottery was the only thing she remembered. And right there – I snapped out of my little poor-me mood and focussed on her.
She talked to herself while she was working, and I listened very carefully….. “Remember the power of positive thinking Pam” she said, “Look on the bright side” and “Always stay positive”.
“Oh blast!” she exclaimed at one point. “You okay? I asked. “Clay’s too wet. Makes it more difficult to throw” she responded. Yep. She was right in the zone.
Imagine that. I saw her little face darken when the time came for her to leave. “I hate this part of the day” she said to me. “Why’s that ?” I asked. “I don’t want to leave,” she whispered.
In the afternoon, I moved on to my African woman. Well chuffed with her….
Anyway. All good. Time to get back in the saddle.
Hope you can join Paul and myself at noon tomorrow. We’re showcasing a set of really lovely new Groovi plates designed by Mel, and we’ll also be exploring the difference between bold grids and ultrafine grids.
Love and hugs,