Clay For Dinner, Clay For Lunch…

There’s clay on my pants, clay in my beard, clay under my fingernails. There’s clay everywhere.

I just had my first pottery class since my last semester as an undergrad. I had to relearn how to throw pots on the wheel. I had to remember how to center the clay (that’s the hardest part)… and no, it’s not “just like riding a bicycle.” It was awesome though. And messy. And, as much a I wanted it to be, it was nothing like that scene in the movie Ghost with Whoppi, Swayze, and Demi.

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