This week after some contemplation, a little research and much procrastination I finally committed a selection of pots thrown last November to a smoke firing. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed Raku on a couple of occasions and will undoubtedly do so again in the future, but in truth my aesthetic leans towards simplicity (and frankly I love a bonfire but try to restrain myself from lighting them often) so this process ticks many boxes for me.
The act of lighting a fire is, I suppose, primal in some way. While I won’t pretend that I patiently rubbed sticks together to create a spark (thank you firelighters) I did very much enjoy the act of gathering together combustible materials and, once I’d located the functioning lighter, watching the tiny flames lick around the kindling as the fire got going. I promised myself I’d more or less finish this post before I go and inspect the results lest they be completely disastrous and put my off my stride! Sneek peek at the bottom!
Next week I am having a foot surgery, hot on the heels of my husband’s new hip. Arthritis has proliferated around my big toe joint and a marginally successful surgery five years ago needs updating. I have always been disappointingly un-athletic, hopeless at ball sports and frankly not that interested despite occasional attempts to improve myself. It’s probably just as well since I have had more than my fair share of orthopaedic interventions over the years, and I’ll be grateful to walk more comfortably for longer when this has healed.
I’m actually more trepidatious about 8 weeks in plaster than the surgery itself, I mean I know it’s nothing in the greater scheme of things and ‘world affairs’ right now, but in general I’m rather restless and being unable to walk without crutches or drive will be a challenge. Perhaps it will see me race through the ever accumulating piles of books I can’t resist.
By the time this reaches you I will be on my way to Shropshire for the weekend to celebrate my in-law’s 60th wedding anniversary, quite an achievement in my opinion! My own chances of reaching this milestone have been somewhat increased by moving into a spare room while M still has to sleep on his back, not that I can’t still hear him but the decibels are at least reduced. Earplugs are on their way, many thanks for all the recommendations.
Oh, and I did print the Brené Brown quote I shared last week - I’ve hung it by my desk but suspect it’ll need to move around if I’m to continue ’seeing’ it. In fact there must be a word or phenomenon to describe the way in which we stop seeing familiar items - if you know please share!
They all survived!! I did make lots of little video clips which I hope to pull together this weekend, but for now here’s me feeling very happy!
Bon weekend. xx
Oooh That wonderful exciting feeling of an experiment working out well!!!
Oh, the pots are gorgeous Vanessa! Good luck on the surgery and make sure you’re properly pampered afterwards ✨