man hands....
Why do all of the things that I aspire to do with my life require me to cut my fingernails leaving me with masculine looking hands? Guitar, and now pottery classes. It seems I am destined to go through life with man hands... that is if I want to achieve the greatness that I am sure is latent within me. I had my first pottery class this evening, and I think it was my nails that were holding me back... I am sure that there is not a lack of talent -- the ideas in my head are beautiful... which only leaves execution, meaning the nails must go. Tonight Sonia and I made pinch pots. Very elementary, but that is where we are in our skill level. I am not sure that I am very proud of anything that I made tonight, but next Thursday we get to get on the wheel. I am sure that there will be a post worth reading after that! Regardless, I am having a good time. I have always wanted to take a pottery class, so here goes! Below is a picture of the pot that someday may find its way to a craft sale and go for a pound or maybe even a pound fifty. I can't tell you how much the pottery class cosst, or you would think that for pottery that couldn't be sold at pound stretchers,.. I have made a poor investment. To that I say, it is not the pot that is formed, but how the pot forms me. Discuss.. discuss.
posted by Stephanie at 10:06 PM
5 Comments:
I apologize for not keeping up with your blogs. I just dug in today & boy, you are just as funny on your blog as you are in person.
You are definitely missed here & your pot is absolutely beautiful! None of my kindergarteners have ever made pinch pots with such detail. They are such wanna-be artists!
Maybe you should try to sell your pot to Ken, since he's trying to sell you his Guaranteed Credit Cards.
Goodluck with the wheel next week! Keep it simple.
Amy
I think we can use your pinch pot for chips and dips on ladies poker nite.
The neat thing about arts and crafts is that there is no right or wrong ...
I didn't want to say anything while we were at breakfast, but I noticed that when Wendy went to grab the salt shaker, her man hands were quite obvious....I still have dreams about them, when I say dreams, I mean night terrors. In the middle of the night I feel pressure against my throat, like someone's man hands trying to suffocate me.
:)
Just kidding Wendy! You don't have man hands, you have bootiful hands.
Steph, the pic of your pot was great, I think it's great for your first try, you should have seen my first pot, I actually got a detention in high school because it was so bad, the teacher was really disgusted with me, oh and I also was throwing wet clay and hitting people in the back of the head too. But I still think it was mostly because my pot was so bad.
My socks are minging, so I need to change them. Later!
Heidi Ho
Okay so maybe I was being a little dramatic with the man hand statement... I just prefer my hands with longer nails. If I said, "I don't like my hands with short nails, I wish I could be a proficient pot-maker with longer nails" it wouldn't be nearly as interesting to read... how about a little creative license... suspension of reality... work with me people!
wow... what if you end up becoming famous for YOUR art instead of ME someday, Steph??
If you do, could you send me a few bucks??
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