Well, I remembered to take a picture just as class was ending and we were cleaning up and so I only took one. Our teacher is the lady sitting at a wheel. Lily and Jessie are in the background, Lily at the sink, and as you can probably tell, the other two people in the picture are students too.
Here's a funny thing- see the lady on the left with the white hair pulled back? I saw her later at Costco, shopping with her husband.
Small world.
Please do not make the mistake of asking me how pottery is going for me. Glen just did that a few minutes ago and I said, "Oh honey. I am so bad."
And I am. I am, I am, I am. No need to try and convince me otherwise because I do know the truth of this matter. We've had what? Four classes so far? And I have not one piece of pottery to glaze and fire. Not one.
Oh well. I laugh a lot and that's nice. And of course I love being with my daughters. Lily is coming along nicely and Jessie? Well, she is so painstaking and so dedicated to focusing on even the smallest details that her pieces are growing ever more professional-looking. As in- I would buy them.
Here's a little succulent planter she made and gifted me with.
"Happy Mother's Day," she said.
Perfect.
Perfect.
I discovered that I have a kindred spirit in the class. She's a lady about my age or so. We were working side-by-side and talking and the conversation somehow segued into the use of profanity. I told her that I can't seem to help it. I simply love to cuss.
She then told me that she went to a dinner party with her suitor (don't you love that?) who, when they left, informed her that she had used the word "fuck" fifteen times.
"Does that bother you?" she asked him.
"Fuck no," he said.
She then told me that she went to a dinner party with her suitor (don't you love that?) who, when they left, informed her that she had used the word "fuck" fifteen times.
"Does that bother you?" she asked him.
"Fuck no," he said.
My people!
As I said, I went to Costco before I came home and then to Publix, as I always do it seems. Lily had told me about Publix having a BOGO on majesty palms. Huge ones. Essentially fifteen dollars apiece after applying the buy-one-get-one special. And so I got two. I didn't buy the twelve-foot tall ones because they would not have fit on my porch but the ones I got are very, very full.
They're going to go into two empty pots on either side of the front door on the porch.
Perfect.
Perfect.
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Oh god. I just inadvertently looked at myself in the bathroom mirror with the setting sun illuminating the situation like a movie set where the remake of High Noon is being filmed.
To my utter dismay I realized that my décolletage is not crepy, it is crevassed.
Deeply crevassed. As per the definition, there are deep cracks and fissures.
To my utter dismay I realized that my décolletage is not crepy, it is crevassed.
Deeply crevassed. As per the definition, there are deep cracks and fissures.
Wear your sunscreen, people.
And as my grandfather always told me, "Don't get old, Mary. Don't get old."
And as my grandfather always told me, "Don't get old, Mary. Don't get old."
Love...Ms. Moon
Old is fine when you consider the alternative. Which I frequently do, can't think why.
ReplyDeleteOutput is not the reason you go to pottery. It's the experience, the activity no matter how it goes. Output isn't the reason for any art experience. So there, I have spoke!
I've been thinking about that saying for some time now. I have thoughts.
DeleteI totally agree with what you said about art and pottery.
Well...hello...fucking...hello. See what happens when you're a psych nurse for 25 years! No, the naughty words just are. Some of the naughtiest were from surgeons and psychiatrist!! Best jokes, too!
ReplyDeleteI'd be a flunky at pottery, too. And about a million other things come to mind. I remember when I retired, I thought I'd take French lessons. I had Spanish in high school and was mediocre. I found a French graduate student to give me lesson. After the 3rd lesson he asked me why I wanted to take French. I told him it was more of a hobby. He said..."have you ever considered golf?" Well, that was my last lesson. Another one bit the dust.
Your plants/palms are beautiful. We've had snow here for several days. It was sunny, but cold today. Now the rain is to start. Ohio weather sucks.
Enjoy your sun and warm temps (whatever that might be?)
Paranormal John
Pennsylvania weather fucking sucks too.
DeleteI am not sure who or what I can blame my love of profanity on. The first time I ever really thought about the word "fuck" used as anything but a word for sexual intercourse, may have been in Abbie Hoffman's book, "Steal this Book." As I recall, he suggested that we all use the word whenever and wherever we can as it is the word most upsetting to the establishment.
DeleteSounded good to me. And then I just got hooked, I guess.
Our temps have been up into the low eighties the past few days but very pleasant at night. You are right. Your weather has sucked all winter.
Debby- you are not making me want to move to Pennsylvania. You Yankees are some tough motherfuckers.
Mary, I never learned to throw pots, either. We have enought skills. The palms are wonderful.
ReplyDeleteYou have no idea how much that comforts me, Joanne! Thank you.
DeleteThose palms are beautiful. My cat would chew them to death, she loves any leaves like that.
ReplyDeleteI'm not very good at pottery either, but I try. It's hard for me because I have an image in my mind but the reality doesn't match. Wabi sabi. I tried making a slab mug, total fail. I tried making a cat dish, total fail, so I'll try again next week. Sigh.
The weather here is gorgeous, sunny and 17C (62F), almost all the snow melted and the yard is starting to dry out.
As far as I know, Maurice does not chew plants. She prefers to chew mice.
DeleteYou should see the coil pot I started yesterday. No, no, no. And more no's. Ugh.
I can feel your spring ready to blast off from here!
Your vegetation is so beautiful!!! How lucky you are! And I kinda know what you mean about being frustrated. I've been sewing for about eight years now (hell I'm the club president) and I still can't sew. That's not even false modesty - I'm down to sewing squares together as a pie holder!
ReplyDeleteThat's me with crocheting, too. And knitting. Need a scarf? I'm your girl. Or a potholder. Anything more than that? Sorry.
DeleteSorry for the shock in the mirror. But I’d rather get old and have crevassed décolletage than get dead (usually). Those palms are amazing and what a price. Jesse’s Mother’s Day planter is so special. I’m so glad you’re continuing with pottery. Artistic expression is healthy, no matter how you evaluate the product. Always good to find one’s people! Fuck yeah!
ReplyDeleteThe thing is, if (when) we do get dead, we won't be aware of being dead. We'll just be dead. At least we won't be worrying about our décolletage. Or anything!
DeleteI was not going to let that palm bargain go. No way. And who doesn't need a new palm or two?
"Artistic expression." Yes. I'm going to start thinking of my pottery efforts in that language. Thanks.
An utter steal on those palms. In my old house both bathrooms were small and neither had a mirror over the sink. I guess the old lady took them with her. There was no sunlight coming in the bathroom I used and the mirror I hung was an antique, cloudy and silver stained. It worked fine. Then we moved here with a bigger bathroom with appallingly bright light and a big clear mirror. It was a shock. When we remodeled the bathroom a couple of years ago I got rid of that fluorescent light on the ceiling. Still have the mirror though.
ReplyDeleteAnyone who puts fluorescent lighting in a bathroom should be shot. Or at least forced to look at their reflection in it for hours at a time. I have a little lamp that I use. And my mirror is a very old one too. I got it at an antique store when I was about twenty-four.
DeleteJust going to visit and hang out with your daughters is reason enough to go to pottery. How did you get those big palms home? They sure are a nice size and such a good price. You had a good day, Mary.
ReplyDeleteYou're right. It does truly help to have a planned mutual activity. Then we don't dilly-dally about it. We just do it.
DeleteI set those palms in the floor of the back seat of my Prius. They fit fine although it was hard to see out of my rearview mirror.
You are having a good time at the pottery class and in my opinion that is all that really matters. You have Jessie to produce pots and from the looks of the pot she gave you, she could open her own gallery and sell pots.
ReplyDeleteThe new palms are beautiful, and the price was excellent.
It is the season for plant buying. Right now, I can buy only cold hardy plants. Looking is fun but buying is better. I bought a Japanese Dragon Cedar tree. Adding to the garden is my hobby.
I bet you that within a few months, Lily too will be producing gorgeous things in pottery. She is very crafty. In the good way.
DeleteI just looked up Japanese Dragon Cedars and they are cool. Good purchase. I read that they "perform best in full sun." This gave me a mental image of a tree doing some sort of fancy dance BUT only under the full sun.
As long as you're having fun and spending time with your kids, who cares whether you have any pottery to fire? In my opinion pottery is the downside of taking a pottery class. You have to get rid of it somehow, but not if you never fire any to begin with! LOL
ReplyDeleteHaving said that, Jessie's planter is a beauty.
I haven't had much luck with those palms. I hope yours do better. (Granted, I haven't tried since...high school, maybe?)
You haven't tried since high school? That's been a minute, Steve! I'll let you know how these go. They're supposed to be relatively easy to grow and maintain.
DeleteYou're right about pottery. I have a piece that I made the first session in my car that's been there for months. I ought to just throw it away. Somehow I can't handle bringing it into the house.
I can assure you, sucking at pottery is not the worst club to belong to! I don't think that you go for the pot. Finding a profane friend is better than firing sticky dirt.
ReplyDeleteOkay, Ms. jeanie- that comment won the award today. "Firing sticky dirt." I love it!
DeleteSeems you get a lot out of pottery class. Laughing with your girls, trading profanities with your new friend. Making a new friend is a rare thing in our current era of life. But you did that.
ReplyDeletedécolletage ,I did not know it had a name! That is why I live up north- we are well clothed up here- forgiving layers!
ReplyDeleteThe garden is gorgeous!