I got some weird news right before my pottery class in downtown Columbus and then totally forgot to put change in the meter. My brain is fragile. Three hours later, I remembered, and ran out there, and guess what? No $25 ticket! Victory!
Side note: I want to say that it is my opinion that whoever is in charge of the universe probably doesn’t care about my $25 parking tickets, craft related or otherwise. And if he does, I would like to politely ask him to concentrate on fixing global warming or stop a few wars or something.
PS: soon I’ll have some pictures of my ugly pots to share. I am excited about the concept of pottery but my execution is, um, ugly. Whatever. I spent many hours on one ugly pot and today thought I’d try making a quick and sloppy ugly pot and see which I like better. I have a few small ugly pots too. I put the first ones in the line to go in the kiln today.
Even though I am terrible at pottery, I am thinking about continuing the classes when my 8 weeks are up. Slamming the clay around is very therapeutic, and like any craft class, there is always someone whose stuff looks even weirder than mine, so that is comforting. Am I a horrible person for saying that? Maybe. But I am pretty sure that person is looking at my globs of clay and saying, “Well, at least my stuff is better than hers!”
PPS: Yes, I am a horrible person! But there are worse people than me, so, phew!