...and I'm happily filling up my kitchen cabinets with imperfect glazes, wonky edges, and beautifully organic shapes.
Learning to throw has been a very long time coming. I've known I've wanted to invest in hand-thrown dishes for several years now and I've been in love with the idea of learning to throw for as long as I can remember.
It's hard to describe how healing this process feels...taking a cold lump of clay, asserting power and care and a whole lot of willpower, and ending up with something beautiful that I can (and do) use everyday. There is so much excitement, delight, and peace wrapped up in that.