Sometimes it’s just complain, complain, complain. I was so looking forward to the kiln cooling enough to unload. There were about 8 of my painted bowls in it. BUT, my clear glaze which is usually so reliable, bubbled or pitted on 3 of the bowls, 2 of them warped unappealingly, and 1 sprouted an S crack. Boo.
Moans, and grumbles, but what are ya gonna do, and, – not to be too Pollyanna-ish about it – the shards will be beautiful in a mosaic I will make (someday). Lemons to lemonade (nod to Linda).
These 2 came out ok but I think I like the bottom of the second bowl a little better than the inside. Maybe it could be a tiny serving bowl with an oversized foot.
And Charles did great! He has underglazes with a satin clear over and he is much less shiny in person than in the picture.
This morning it was chilly and felt like early spring. By this afternoon it was like summer. Tonight the windows are open and the 13 year old down the block is having an outside party and the Jason Mraz is blasting happily through the neighborhood . “Before the cool done run out I’ll be giving it my bestest and nothing’s going to stop me . . .”