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.
My fingernail looks like Newt Gingrich.
ReplyDeleteI noticed that but I didn't want to say anything.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure there are compassionate family members who would be willing to take those horrible fleshy cups off your hands.
ReplyDeleteSo I shouldn't have a hammer party?
ReplyDeleteYou can still drink out of them, can't you?
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