For the next few days, the most exciting content I have is of the "hey! look what I found in a box!" variety. ou have been warned.
Before I learned to knit, I learned to throw pots. On a wheel. With, like, dirt and stuff.
I found my efforts.
The blue dish pictured below isn't falling off of the window ledge. it just has a really unstable bottom, which would be a great band name.
I never did improve much beyond this point because, frankly, I gave up. Pottery isn't very portable and has too many upfront costs for my needs. I like to buy well made dishware, etc., but will not be making it myself in the foreseeable future. Still, it's a kick in the head to find my lumpen efforts.
Oh - and the books totally bred like rabbits while they were packed away.
This is only a smidgen of the collection. I'm starting to think that I might need a 12-step program.