Another week at ceramics, and Sarah and I decided we would leave work a few minutes early so we would have enough time to enjoy our egg sandwiches at the cafe. In sharp contrast to every other week, we caught a bus in minutes, it wasn't over crowed and we arrived at the Union Project almost and hour before class started. Too bad the cafe was closed. We ended up buying cereal and milk at the drug store across the street and eating it with a fork I carry in my bag on the lawn.
After 4 weeks, we've hypothetically 'mastered' mugs, bowls and now plates, and are carving little feet onto their bases. Plates I think I may get a handle on; big flat piece of clay is how most of my attempts turn out eventually. However, intentionally making plates seems to be more of a gauntlet than our previous work. Fingers being so close to the spinning wheel ground down my finger nails, shaved my knuckles and actually sliced my thumb. But I am confident I can get my money's worth out of plates, platters and trays, especially since I don't think lids are going to work out for me.
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