I think I counted my chickens before they hatched. I have just unpacked my kiln this morning and have managed to salvage about 4 pots from it. The top is completely underfired and the bottom is over again. The middle was lovely but there wasn’t much of it.
What a job! Why do it? (OK I know why I do it really but at 9.30 this morning I wasn’t half so sure.) I unpacked it all, strewed it around the workshop, looked at it, looked some more, cried a bit, gnashed my teeth a bit, stomped my feet a bit (then realised this hurt my still sore knee too much) and then did the only two things possible, I made a cup of tea and started again.
After that decision was made it was oh so much easier to deal with, I think this time it was my fault for a) packing the bottom too tight and b) not having sorted out any fresh glaze tests. (Just mixed one up this afternoon.) The most annoying thing is that I think they were possibly the most well thrown pots and the best decorated that I’d ever made and I was so pleased with them.
It’s not very good for my sanity levels though, wreaking lots of work just before three pretty major events for me, I need to stop and think more I think.
Pots in their new homes
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