If you asked anyone to describe me, you’d probably hear the word creative thrown around once or twice. When I put my mind to work, you can never quite be sure of what the outcome will be, but it’s always guaranteed to be big, bright, a little out of the box and concocted in a way that only I would have done (to be honest, I don’t really know if this is still considered an attribute, or just outrightly strange…).
It’s a creativeness derived directly from my mother I think. She taught me how transform ordinary into extraordinary long before Play School could even develop the “useful box” into script. Nowadays, I pride myself a little on being able to find a good solution to most problems, and put it in colour on an oversized poster in less than 24 hours.
So naturally, I’m always down for learning anything new that involves using my creative side – and when a new little studio down town opened at the beginning of this year offering pottery classes, I couldn’t help but excitedly babble about it to my Mr. To take a pottery class has sat on my Bucket List at #61 for a while now, and with no time being as good as the present – I was keen to check it off the list!
To my surprise, my Mr. was totally down with trying it out himself, and nonchalantly states, “Book us in, baby!” with an all-knowing smile that even if he hadn’t of wanted to, this was here another thing he was most definitely getting roped into!
A couple of weeks later, we’d booked ourselves a spot on a Wednesday class, and after getting a little lost in the back streets of town, found our way to a small shed home to a small pottery studio.
With rows of shelves adorning the walls of the studio with the many creations of pottery-goers before us, we felt quite cosy finding a spot to sit at the bench amongst 437 small clay coffee cups and others of the like.
Our instructor introduced herself as Gabi with a kind and gentle smile. She spend a small amount of time teaching us three prominent pottery techniques before letting us loose with our own clump of clay.
Choosing a slab approach, I started bringing my creation to life. I had already planned to make a coffee cup similar to one I had seen in a cafe recently, even bringing in my own syringe (this is explainable with the statement, ‘I’m a nurse’ for the most part) in the hope to create a melting effect at the top of the cup.
Gabi stated she had never seen anyone do it this way, but helped me mix up a small bowl of slip (runny clay) to experiment with. The tester cup worked out reasonably well, so I decided to go ahead and recreate it on the real deal.
I was actually surprised to find it worked – often things don’t always turn out the way you think they will (it’s why we find the Expectation vs. Reality memes so amusing – we’ve most definitely all been there!) but this one almost looked to have panned out!
As for my Mr.? Well, he did find himself a little too far on the reality side of the well known meme when his coffee cup turned out to resemble something somewhat closer to a soup bowl instead. We laughed about it, but were definitely excited about the prospect of a new two-person-share ice cream bowl joining our ranks at home!
The thing that I really loved about the class though, was that there seemed to be an endless amount of clay on offer. You’d finish one job, and Gabi would then ask, “What else would you like to make?”, before fetching another clip of clay for you.
After a coffee cup, a coffee cup saucer, a small honey pourer and a porridge bowl – I figured I had gotten close to using up my fair share of clay creating my own winter breakfast set. And in all honesty, if my Mr. had let me sit there any longer, I would have probably made a whole table setting worth of pottery – it was simply addictive to me!
We organised our pieces, dated and stamped our initials into the bottoms of our masterpieces and left them in the studio to be placed in the kiln. With a gentle wave, Gabi let us know that in two weeks we could come back to glaze each piece and take it home with us. I couldn’t wait.
I was grinning ear to ear as we walked back to the car, snuggled under my Mr.’s arm – it had truly been one of the best mornings for this creative little heart of mine. Pottery had become a real contender in my line up of hobbies, and with so much more to learn, and ten more ideas left to try – I think Gabi realised we’d be back before she knew it.
Next time we’re planning on trying wheel throwing (which I briefly gave a try in the Philippines two years ago and failed miserably…), so really the fun has only just begun!
But for now?
#61: Take a pottery class – that’s a wonderful big, check!