I had been waiting impatiently for warmer weather.
I bought clay.
I moved work benches around.
I set up the wheel.
Last weekend I got everything ready but the temperatures were too cold to keep my hands in water for any length of time. But in a few days everything changed and I could begin.
I had waited all winter.
My pottery studio is still more than rustic, in an unheated barn but it's a beginning.
When I started making pottery 20 odd years ago I never thought I would have my own space. I was living in a small apartment, then a small city house.
But just before we moved it all came together, like it was meant to be.
I found a listing on Craig's List for a free pottery wheel. The email contact told me the wheel was in his mother's basement in the Beach. First come, first gets it.
"I live in the Beach!" , I told him.
I asked what street. He named it.
"I live on that street!" I wrote back. In fact about 8 houses down.
I went to see it. Moving the heavy beast was arranged by the Husband and his friend.
Now this friend happened to mention that his neighbour was 'getting rid of' her kiln and should he ask her about it?
The neighbour in question was 80 years old and I assumed she was giving up her hobby.
No, no, apparently she was getting a bigger kiln. You have to love that spirit!
I hope when I am 80 I am still upgrading.
So for a nominal $50 a kiln was suddenly mine.
And that's how it happened.
Below are some photos taken at the Potter's Market at Goldie Mill in Guelph this last weekend.
For some inspiration.
As if I needed any.
H is for happiness.