It’s the potter’s lament. No matter how prepared you think you are, everything still ends up happening at the last minute — and our feet are to the fire …
I started working on the pieces for the wood fire a couple of months ago, and thought I was ahead of the game for sure. Then I got the call, the call I’ve been waiting for, for an appointment to get my shoulder injected and of course it was on the same day as the wood firing! So, I sent off a message to Monika at Frantic Farms to say I couldn’t take part in the wood fire and just left the pieces on the shelf. Didn’t even bother to bisque them. Then it turns out that there’s lots of help for the wood fire, and they are short on pots. Holy Crap! See Susan move, dash those pots out into the kiln shed and into the kiln. They are baking away now as I write. In a couple of days I’ll be glazing like mad and sticking little balls onto the feet of everything so they don’t stick to the kiln shelves in the wood kiln.
Just goes to show you the kindness of potters. I LOVE wood fired work, and the whole wood firing process … hanging out, eating the best food (these potters love to cook), chatting through the middle of the night, working like beavers chucking wood … all of the things that go into a good firing (and the celebratory dinner after!). I’ve had the chance to be part of it twice at Monika’s, and this third firing they’re going to do it for me. I’ll drag my husband along to help with the clean up, but I can’t hang around for this firing because if I’m there I won’t be able to keep my hands off the wood. In the heat of the night you forget about your limitations. It’s primordial.
I’ll go for the dinner after though. I’ve got bean salad and a monster bread pudding to go with me … just have to get someone else to carry it!
Hope you’re having a great day!