I acquired a pottery wheel over a year ago and I just tried it out for the first time this summer.
Ridiculous. I know. My background in throwing pots is limited to an 8-week class at a local community center (with Joan who was awesome! she had this great vibe. she was confident anyone could be a potter and I believed her.) However, it has been quite a few--and by few I mean 6 or 7--years since my class so I invited up a couple other friends who knew something about it.
I threw, they threw, the kids threw.
We threw clay all over the place.
Tried to center, got off balance, tried to re-center.
Trying to teach someone else a skill you aren't really sure of yourself is quite a challenge by the way.
Those who weren't in the throes did some hand building.
Abby had already learned to make coil pots with her art teacher at school so she whipped out a couple (they may be the only pots that actually survived). Trek worked on volcanoes and bombs that shoot out of them.
The hand built stuff turned out nicer than the thrown pots.
My friends and I discovered that we don't remember near as much as we thought we did. We might need to pull in someone with a little more experience next time to jog our memories!
So, some of them may be a bit wonky but it was so great to get my hands in it again.
And I was thrilled to see my big kids getting into it.
Joe's first pot is on the left.
We really need to try this again soon!
