Thanks to these two talented women potters who shared their passion, and started my journey down the muddy trail. What started on those chilly January Mondays grows like a snowball, winding to the next leg of the journey as I await, like a 5 year-old waits for Santa, the arrival of my new pottery wheel.
as the trail winds began with much learning and mostly success.
One of the items I threw, trimmed, carved and glazed is this beautiful yearn bowl. It turned out better than I had expected.
