Pottery Painting

Depite having no creativity whatsoever, I love pottery painting. It was what I made all my friends do on my hen do, along with afternoon tea. It was a very civilized affair.

One of the first things that my sister organised for her and my niece and nephew to do was to go pottery painting. Initially it was just going to be a girl thing, but Ethan insisted that he wanted to participate, only to finish in 10 minutes while the girls were still umming and awwing about what paint colours to choose.

My niece Kaylie painted a box, even though her parents say she already has about a dozen boxes in her room for her odds and sods. I painted a dish, even though I have about a dozen dishes that I painted at pottery painting. This dish has the express purpose of being Keith's junk dish, as he likes to fish everything out of his pockets when he gets home and toss them on a desk. Putting them in a dish makes the desk look so much tidier!!

Here is my masterpiece, and a picture of my niece and I painting (censored as my sister has a weird thing about her kids' photos being online - I also put a lightning bolt across my sister's face for extra measure)

The colours come out much darker after they've been fired in the kiln, so it's always a surprise what it ends up looking like. Can't wait to pick it up next Sunday!

I've already picked out what I'll paint next - a ladle rester dish thingie. Then a mug with a slot at the bottom for biscuits. Then some chip and dip platter/bowls. This place is going to suck up all my money.