Friday, 9 January 2009


Years ago a friend gave me this poem she cut out of the paper. It's the only one I've seen about a kiln. Hopefully if you click on it you can read it!
It was all warm and cosy in the studio today. Mostly adding handles and getting stuff slipped. Also I am still kneading and wedging clay. Have done it every day this week and my shoulders are aching. Spare a thought for me all you folks with pug mills.

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