Actually I am exaggerating. we got some very nice pots out of the firing. Also some stinkers, at least I did. Hubby seems to lead a charmed life in that regard. Here are a few pots just after unloading:
Doug's Pots
My pots. I am very pleased with the toasty brown pieces in the foreground -- it's the pasty white ones farther back that were disappointing. I was hoping for a fleshy salmon pink. That's where the learning experience comes in: I won't be using that clay body naked again. I'll have some better pics of individual pots later, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
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My fingernail looks like Newt Gingrich.
I noticed that but I didn't want to say anything.
I'm sure there are compassionate family members who would be willing to take those horrible fleshy cups off your hands.
So I shouldn't have a hammer party?
You can still drink out of them, can't you?
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