I made pots

pink bowl

Somehow, I missed out on pottery at school. Apart from the odd coiled pot or ambiguous animal models, I really can’t remember making anything that had to spend time in a kiln. More recently my children have creating clay masterpieces and I have looked on with quiet envy. Hoping that their classes might open up to us adults. (pick me, pick me)

thrown pots

Then, back in November, I made a bid for pottery lessons at an auction, with an amazing, local ceramist, and won. A very talented, patient teacher, as it turns out. If you follow me on Instagram, you might have spotted the progress of my pots.

hands on pots

I spent time in her studio, learning to make pots on her potter’s wheel. That’s me in the photo. Goodness, it is hard work. I felt muscles in my arms and legs being used for, what seemed like, the first time. I have a fresh appreciation of potters. I really achingly do.


Not all of the lumps of clay made it. I found shaping the pots fascinating. A simple subtle movement of my fingers sent the walls curving gently out, or changed the thickness. And then it would all go wrong, wobble and cave in. I had to include a photo of my splats. It’s only fair.

inside of finished pots

I made five pots. All different. One is a bowl. One has the most perfect dip in the base to cradle a candle. Another was going to be a mug,……except the handle failed. Not easy shaping with aching muscles. I should have started with the handle.

After Christmas, I went back to glaze them. I tried patterns, but not my forte as it turns out. Hey, you can’t be good at everything, so I added a bit more glaze. Two tone, in some cases.

wrapped pots

Yesterday morning, at the school gates, I was handed a small wooden crate containing…..oh be still my beating heart…MY POTS. Oh yessire. My finished pots. I couldn’t wait to get home and unwrap them.

side of potsSo pleased with the results. OK, I may not be destined to be a professional ceramist, but I am more than happy. Always excited to acquire a new craft skill. And, oh boy, is this a great one!

Trying to think how to use them. It would be a shame to condemn the pots to a life behind glass. I’d like to use them.

singing bowls

Middle daughter and I had fun running our fingers round the rims and arranging them in note order. They do make amazing singing bowls for times of meditation, or making tunes, although Eldest has banned us from indulging this whimsy when she is around. (sends shivers down her back) Hmm.

As an avid dressmaker, using one, or two, as sewing accessories does appeal. Chance to enjoy their loveliness on a regular basis. Pincushion?

pincushion pot

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8 thoughts on “I made pots

  • Saturday 18 April, 2015 at 11:43 am

    Your pots are lovely. What a great idea for an auction a pottery lesson. I wouldn’t mind bidding on one of them myself. Beautiful pottery is an art form but it is functional too, a winning combination!

    • Saturday 18 April, 2015 at 6:04 pm

      It was raising funds for the school. Thought it was a brilliant idea. I couldn’t think what to offer, so I did my bit by bidding. I agree that they should be functional. Pretty is lovely, but it does generate more dusting.

  • Saturday 18 April, 2015 at 5:44 pm

    your pots are fantastic!
    i love the idea of making pin cushions! perfect!

    • Saturday 18 April, 2015 at 6:02 pm

      Thank you. I’m so pleased with them. Pin cushion hides the inside, but that’s OK. Will be useful, I think.

  • Sunday 19 April, 2015 at 1:15 am

    These are beautiful, I just love them!!!

    • Sunday 19 April, 2015 at 9:56 am

      ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you. So much fun trying something completely different. Would love to do more, given half a chance.

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