My childrens’ self-portraits. It’s uncanny, isn’t it? The resemblance?
We are up to our ears in pottery.
As in…next class…if there is one, they are only making pieces to give away. Hot Toddy thought of it and I second the notion. Hear that friends and family? It’s your lucky day.
This is a set of plates they made.
And you can never have too many coil pots. No sir.
We went the whole eight week session with no problems. Not one. Riley has grown so much in the last year. It is beautiful to behold.
How you doin’?
Riley cut her wispies (by herself) a few weeks ago and now has some “signature bangs” which she incorporated into her sculpture. I tried to talk her into getting layered bangs, to kind of hide her work, but she insisted she likes her signature bangs, so there you go. Liking yourself just as you are? I’m not going to argue.
Working with clay requires one to be flexible. That includes moms.
Flexibility. It seems like the very thing, the one thing Riley and I have been teaching each other since before she was even born.
We’re getting there.
We really are.