Successful Firings!

Honestly, this is my favorite thing I've made in pottery. Such a happy fish spoon rest. It would have been better if I hadn't been so rushed when I glazed it but it's fine in a folk art sort of way I think, and the colors are great, unlike the colors on my bowl which are not quite what I had wanted and I would definitely have done some things differently if I'd had a clearer picture in my mind of what the glaze would look like after it had been fired but I do not hate it and again, COLOR!
I am not afraid of it. 

These two things were fun to do and I have finally got a little better idea of where I can go with all of this. 
As soon as I'd collected the bowl and the spoon rest from the done shelf, I began another fish spoon rest and then another flower bowl. I will, hopefully, branch out at some point but hey! the people who are good at the wheel just make one bowl or mug or vase after another and if I could do that, I probably would. I may never make another spoon rest or flower bowl after these, but I may. 

An excellent thing happened after class. Jessie and I usually go to lunch then, as you know. We are starved by that time. Starved, I tell you! Today Jessie had a parent-teacher conference call happening at 1:30 so we were in a little bit of a hurry. It's been too long since I've seen May so we decided to go the pizza place where she works which, coincidentally, is where my adventuresome friend in pottery goes to eat lunch almost every Wednesday. This week she was bringing her "suitor" or as I like to call him in my head, her "gentleman caller," and sure enough, as Jessie and I were eating our salads and chatting with May, in came the pottery friend who is perhaps even more enchanted with the word "Fuck" than I am if that is indeed possible. 
How could I not love her? 
I had seen her gentleman caller before but had never spoken to him so it was nice to get to know him a little today. They joined us at our table and I'm glad they did. He is charming and brilliant (no need to take my word for this, he just is and his job, which I will not mention here, is a job that only brilliant people could do) and I love his accent and he is adorable in a very handsome way. 
They make a beautiful couple. A darling couple. 

Oh! I forgot to mention! Michael was at the pizza place too! So we got to see and talk with him which is always a pleasure. I took what I think is a very fine picture before Jessie and I left. 

My packing for tomorrow has begun and of course I am totally stressed about that which is so ridiculous because there's a washing machine right there in the cabana house and there's also a Goodwill about a mile away if there's anything I absolutely need to have in the garment department and a CVS and a Publix and dear god, all will be well. Mr. Moon is stressed out because he spent all day in town helping a friend with a car situation and buying a new laptop and he knows I'm stressing out which stresses him out. He's unpacked his duffel from his trip to Canada and everything that was in it is now laid out neatly on the bed in the guest room and obviously he has to deal with that. And he'll need to pack his clothes and his fishing stuff. We're not taking the boat. The weather looks to be fairly iffy while we're there and oh yes, there is a storm brewing in the Atlantic, and Roseland is only miles away from the Atlantic and, well...

The only two days forecasted to have good weather are tomorrow, the day we're arriving, and next Wednesday, the day we're leaving. 

Ah well. We'll figure out things to do with our time, I'm sure. 

While we're gone, I may not be leaving comments on blogs and I may not even post a blog of my own everyday. 
We know how this goes. 

I'm just going to go with the flow. Feel free to slap the shit out of me for saying that, and please know that is not something I really say in real life. Rivers can go with the flow. I, however, cannot. 
We know this. 

Love...Ms. Moon