Happy Boxing Day!
Thanks for popping in.
Made the fatal mistake of waking up to the Radio 4 News at 7am. Don’t know which was worse: setting the alarm to go off at stupid o’clock when a lie in would have worked too, or tuning in to the catastrophic state of global affairs before I’d even had a cuppa or brushed my teeth!
Either way, my path to happy destiny was way off kilter by the time I got downstairs.
We had decided that today was going to be a Clay and Wood Day. Dave was going to make sawdust, as he puts it, and I was going to try my hand at throwing some plates. I have made a few plates along the way, but they were more of the bowls which morphed into plates variety, ’cos the wheel was going too fast and centrifugal force splatted them flat!
Then, those horrible little gits “Pessi’’and “Mistic” turned up.
I’m sure they are related to Wurka and Holic.
“What’s the point?” they whispered in my ear. “What’s the point of spending hours making plates and bowls and more stuff. You’ve got loads of plates. The world’s got more plates than it needs. Why don’t you just get on with prep for the TV show next Sunday? That would be far more constructive.”
What’s the point indeed! I told Dave that Pessi and Mistic were in the building. Dave’s response was enough to eject them instantly.
“Why do mountaineers climb mountains? It’s not for the view when they get to the top; the summit will usually be shrouded in mist. They climb the mountain for the experience. You are at your happiest when you are learning how to make something, when you are completely immersed in the learning process..”
I get it. It’s the process. I’ve said it a thousand times: it is the journey, not the destination. It’s not about the plates. It’s about learning how to make them, about figuring it out. And in that phase, from being ignorant ie not knowing how to do something, and mastering the process, therein lies the challenge, the excitement, the distraction, the experience.
So I dismissed those negative headworms, which doubtless came in on the earwaves when I was listening to Doom & Gloom early doors, and I threw myself into weighing and wedging clay.
2 hours later?
The best part is – I want to carry on making plates. Loadsa plates! To sit on the beautiful silver plate Cake Stand that Grace got me for Christmas. My aim? To have a wonderful tea party in the garden when the kids come home in the summer. I’m going to make ALL the plates and cups and saucers and platters for the party. Can you picture it too? And afterwards, everybody can take home their set. So I can start again!
Now I have something to work towards, I’m all fired up! Like the kiln this afternoon!
Do you get me? I bet you do.
Love and Hugs