Got my ass back in the groove with a vengeance last week, fired my kiln in the 100+ heat, and blissfully awoke Sunday morning to unload.
*Inserts sound of needle scratching off record here*
Half the neighborhood heard my 7am groan as I opened my baby to find a horrific misfired load of pots. Well, only the top half of the kiln was underfired--I won't go into the details as to why, I KNOW why it happened. I was at fault---well, maybe I can blame the heat that affected my brain on Saturday. that's it, it was the heat (or my insane craving for cherry pie that I went and baked Saturday nite) anyway, the bottom half of the kiln is miraculously perfect, and the one custom piece that my gracious Jennifer has been waiting for is just fine. (thank God!) I know, WTF, right? I was reeling all over the place for a few hours---happy/sad; annoyed/grateful, thrilled/dissapointed. I guess a half bad, half good kiln load is better than nothing, right? Welcome to my little rollercoaster.
This job is a riot, let me tell you. (well, I just did.)
Here are some of the reasons I was happy: (and I'll spare you the underfired pots)