My sister invited us to go to a pottery studio with her so we could work on some ceramic pieces and get a little family bonding time in too. This was perfect because Natasha and I had been talking a lot about going to do some ceramic pieces. Spending time with my sister is somewhat of a rarity these days with our schedules, so I was completely excited to do both.
We decided to meet on a Sunday which is ‘family’ day for us. Our motto: Sunday = Funday. I don’t know what we we were thinking, just waltzing into the studio thinking we were going to simply pick out a piece, design it, paint it, glaze it, fire it and bring it home with us a few hours later. There were so many choices of objects to choose from. Plates, cups, bowls, vases, trays, tea pots, nick-nacks of everything you could think of. Just making a decision took us almost half an hour. Then we actually had to design it, pick out the colours, stencil a design onto our ceramics and paint it. Three coats of paint and in between each coat putting it in the heater to dry.. So many steps!
Our little projects turned into 3 Sundays spent at the pottery studio.
Tricia was the pottery expert (we LOVE Tricia!) who helped us with every step. She wasn’t about to let us be plain and not be as creative as we could be with our pieces.
We basically relied on her to give us step by step instructions and ideas. Although now we have learnt many techniques that we will use again and some that we won’t use again. (sorry Tricia, we still love you!)
Along with my sister’s bird, which we ended up naming ‘sexy bird’ because it took so many steps and techniques to complete, and it turned out gorgeous!
Notice the huge crack right down the middle of the plate.
Tricia felt horrible about the crack and vowed to get to the bottom of the mystery of who dropped something on the my plate and cracked it!
Alright, I admit I think I was shocked when she gave it to me and it was cracked. I realize I’m no Picasso, but I did work on that piece for 3 weeks lets not forget.
However, I wasn’t mad, sad or anything really. The funny thing is I have nothing but good memories of these past few weeks spending the time together while making the plate. My sister, Natasha and I had such fun that it was honestly worth more than crying over a cracked plate.
My cracked plate has become a conversation piece of sorts. Mostly of what I would design and paint differently when I paint another plate. Yes, I said it. We are going back and I will work on yet another plate. Different design and colours altogether, but definitely another plate.
What did I do with this plate you ask?
Well, I use it on my dresser and display all of my perfume bottles on it.
And every time I look at it, I smile.